The lavenders keep questioning me
while I sit on a rock starring them
"Are you here for the fragrance ?"
"or for the color of the petals?"
Rain tasted sweet, I captured them in my wrist.
The lavenders again questioned me
"Did you know it will rain?"
"or relishing the moment of surprise? "
The lavenders started falling down
and floated into unknown
I sat on the rock in despair
searching the answers for next time.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
The lavenders keep questioning me
while I sit on a rock starring them
"Are you here for the fragrance ?"
"or for the color of the petals?"
Rain tasted sweet, I captured them in my wrist.
The lavenders again questioned me
"Did you know it will rain?"
"or relishing the moment of surprise? "
The lavenders started falling down
and floated into unknown
I sat on the rock in despair
searching the answers for next time.
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