My Poetry
Flowers, colorful and beautiful,
The beauty of the gardens,
Blooms and smiles,
Teach living,
But when it breaks down,
Shatter in floor, few of
Them are lucky,
They get picked by someone,
They have made witness,
Of a love story,
Then kept on in books,
Between pages, such as
A Rose, bright red and
Pink, in an old book,
Dazed, do not know
How many memories
it witnessed, still
Looking for a life.
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