Friday, 13 October 2017

ROSES

Can you
what's that smell. It smells sweet, like a flower a delicate branch of life. Can you smell the flowers.  I see the roses and I smile. Wind takes me away from this horrible place. With the delicate fragrance.


The Rose
beauty unreserved . The sight is that of a uniqueness.  We wonder, why do we wonder because of beauty.


Flowers in the rain
I brought her flowers in the morning rain.  The wet drove me insane.  She smiled,and saw my pain.  A towel to take away the water stain.

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