When I Discovered

When I Discovered prose poem

Uploaded by Kavita Jain


When I discovered a lake in me, on surface some moonlight
When I found some wildflower and sun rays permeated my being,
When I got every answer and a saturated silence,
deep inside a sweet thing called life smiled
I knew I was beloved and will remain for eternity
will reciprocate your love if you discover this treasure
call yourself a lover when you find life ,sunshine ,clouds and rain all originating from you
our lips will share a flute of life and a melody will be heard never to be forgotten

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a woman who sees the mystic beauty in nature , faith in a majestic creator and love to read the words that come from the depth of heart
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