Wafting petals of love,
Abhors the horrendous wind.
She, is a beautiful bloom,
Held high & cosy in delicate palm,
Now withered, from glory to gloom.
Fret, shall be no mercy,
Time lost is irreversible,
The new bloom on -looked.
Shaky petals of love,
Abandoned with time,
Marred by the wind,
Tackling the destiny.
She, is a beautiful "life"!
Love it's divine essence!
An ultimate comparison of life with the rain, clouds, or bloom, and so on.... finds never ending prose & poetry.
Good!
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DeleteLovely, delicate thought!
ReplyDeleteyep..delicate life
DeleteVery well written. :)
ReplyDeleteI see a lot of emotion in this.
ReplyDeleteLove is indeed the divine essence.
ReplyDeletelovely expression of thoughts
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful.. Like it
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