Love.
A lost world.
In a lost word.
Streaming through the depths of our hearts..
Like a lifeless flower.
Which still remains but a flower.
Its presence radiating..
But.
Is it the fault of the flower?
To be green,purple or black,
And not match with the garden's yellow and blues.
Expression.
Of kind but honest lines..
Delivered.
- Saswati Barat
A lost world.
In a lost word.
Streaming through the depths of our hearts..
Like a lifeless flower.
Which still remains but a flower.
Its presence radiating..
But.
Is it the fault of the flower?
To be green,purple or black,
And not match with the garden's yellow and blues.
Expression.
Of kind but honest lines..
Delivered.
- Saswati Barat
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