Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
FLOWER WITH NO PETALS
Beauty devoid of glamour
Laughter deficient of humour
A relic of an impeccable flower.
Nectar heartlessly sour
A disgrace before the Almighty sower
A relic of an impeccable flower.
Flower with no petals
Power without a humane touch
A mighty tower bound to tumble
A flower with no petals.
A heart with no love is like a flower with no petals; glamour-less!
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