flowers bloomed
carefree
looking here
laughing there
as the day
slithered
from dawn to dusk
some of those flowers
turned pale
their end was their
the next morning
was not for them
~~~~~
Asha Seth
By: Asha Seth
The Knowing
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Asha Seth 
Same happens with people in our lives …relations cease to exist as life goes on …
When you reach a certain point in life, instead of talking past glory, you find yourself reminiscing about people who are only with us in memory.”
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A very short and real poem!
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Wonderfully melancholy!
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Nice words, Asha!
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Reblogged this on The Shubham Stories.
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