I know a Banyan Tree on which play, curve, twist and wind blossoms of Bougainvillea....
The sight was my imagination come to life in form and shape, real and available to touch, smell, sight and taste. Embodiment of what beauty means to me...
The hanging roots ever so gently cupped the papery petals...
Each time the breeze blew, the roots would sway and they seemed like swaying garlands of bougainvilleas......Each time the breeze blew, a few loose papery pink petals would drop and go round in circles before winding towards the earth.... falling at the foot of the Banyan Tree.
The flowers shine like light bulbs
The Earth laughs in flowers....
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