The sunshine flooding over the face of a flower
is like words gushing forth in a frenzy
on the pages the writer has crafted,
and when the sunshine, flowers and the pages
come and jostle for space in your mind
how would they leave a space for a smile?
is like words gushing forth in a frenzy
on the pages the writer has crafted,
and when the sunshine, flowers and the pages
come and jostle for space in your mind
how would they leave a space for a smile?
Sushama Karnik
Thanks and credit for the image @ N@Night passage Night passage
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