An Alternate Day

An Alternate Day prose poem

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The flower blossoms,
the raindrops touch the petals,
rainbow hugs the sky,
wind blows in rhythm,
the divine souls dance on the earth,
the sky claps at all….
when
the ice of sentiments
melts in between
me and you
you and me
on AN ALTERNATE DAY
………………
The leaves turn into pale,
the sun bursts into tears
to unveil the pain,
the time leaves scary silence
and you are nowhere
to utter few words
on ANOTHER ALTERNATE DAY
……………..
Is there any key
to delete
another alternate day???

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Aloke
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Beautiful imagery. Nice poem.

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