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
Bookworm. Poet. Story-teller.
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
An award-winning book blogger, an adwoman, a poet, Asha is a story-teller at heart. She is a born reveur, a rebel seeking refuge in the realm of words. She reads, writes, and reviews. When not doing these, you'll find her baking, swimming, or talking to dogs. Literary Influencers: Leo Tolstoy, Charles Bukowski, Jhumpa Lahiri, Daphne du Maurier.
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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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