The Flower

The Flower short poem

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The beautiful flower moved
from the creepers of mundane.
It rose above the twigs of life
made its way into the wind
Over the green valleys of grass…
I could only run till the cliff
And see it going away further.
You left. To another place too far for me.
I cried. For I had no other way but to be.
But I will be strong
for this flower helped me
blossom into everything I can ever be.

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Prachi Mujumdar Kurlekar

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I just want to see you When you're all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it radiates I cant escape I love you till the end....quite interesting and unique person.
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Preeti
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Of separation and a longing pain which touches my heart..

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