Monday, August 3, 2020

Ma'hulika-12 Comments

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I cast my eyes to the blossomed flowers
And try to find out the new buds.
The green twigs make me expectant for the more new ones,
And even the old petals
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Varsha M 03 August 2020

Every thing on earth Has a voice to slur But the slur becomes meaningful Moment we enter a specific route. Beautiful nature Poetry. Admirations.

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