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| 2014,Gurgaon |
As the petals
float on water
silent echoes from
buried treasures
can
be heard in
the quiet songs
of flowing river
that secretly floods the
rocky shores.
Precious notes get
submerged in the tides.
Seasons change.
~~payal~~
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very relaxing read.
ReplyDelete:)
Another gem from your pen :)
ReplyDeleteSo peaceful! Each season has its own special beauty.
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:)..
ReplyDeleteyes they do change.. and they must change.