Here she comes,
plucks a flower..
The flower,
the blossom of the day..
Here comes he,
she gives him the flower..
Says thanks, he
tasting the divine fragrance..
Love is found
Love is shown..
No more flower
It is no more needed..
Flower falls off
his hands, no one sees
falls the flower
over the plant!!
Here she comes,
plucks a flower..
Yet another flower,
blossom of yet another day..
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago
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