A flower songA Poem by chitra dharaI am thankful to have felt the rain drops on me...
that I can dance with the breeze.. for my every day on this earth.. I have but a short time to live... I will shrivel up and die ... in no time at all... until then I am happy to be me.... there were many before me ... there will be many after me... But I have to be me... no matter how short my time is... until I end up all withered and dry ... and the wind blows me high in to the sky. . © 2014 chitra dhara |
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