These flowers have no fragrance
These petals don’t bleed
There will be no juice
When crushed
Nerves don’t end here
That is how they were
Since birth
There is no mystery
They don’t bloom
more or less at night
The rain drops
soak them in to bland
colorless shapes
Threatening to disintegrate
But they are immortal
They don’t die
Because they never lived
( Art by Shruthi Ashwath)
True feelings paper flowers with feeling.
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Touched !
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They look more beautiful 🙂 more alive , immortal even . . . 🙂 thank you
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Thank you. Art has that effect. Never stop creating….it is therapy. I am honored that you gave me those beautiful flowers that are permanent….
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