Delicate yearnings like rare
flowers never bloom twice,
for they pass on like cotton
fluffs from soil to soil, vapors
of deceased young desires
from a heart to another
they radiate till the sun sets
and expire creating juvenile
buds, parishes leaving behind
faint aromas …
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So true – and yet so painful in their passing
Absolutely it’s sad when they pass away. Thanks for reading truly appreciate it.
Such is the yearning of a broken heart,its aroma lingering in the air forever and more.
Very true Megha, yearnings and desire even when the pass away leave their aroma lingering…
Richly crafted…yet again Tanya!! So well done!!
Thanks a lot Bill, I am so glad you liked it! Your encouragement is always appreciated!
Loved it!!!
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Amazing as always.
Thanks a lot Jaya , you are very kind my dear!
Aha I love this. Beautiful imagination
Thanks a lot Shantanu for reading, you are very kind 🙂
My pleasure
Thanks🙏
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