BloomAs the night escapes into the nature’s hug and weeps its tears to wash the earth, A bud that is ready to blossom has a different thought…. it looks far into time…. there is a wind on its way that will blow it away a few minutes after blossom… as the petals came closer for one last time the bud whispered “go my children, bloom…. show the world what beauty is….” and be aware that today is your first and last….. you are all winners today…..

Categories: Poetry


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