his twitching hand rests
on her warm thigh, say her sighs:
" valley is abloom"

k-balachandran

****** efflorescence

#*I knew the world 
The world that I knew 
Kept me spinning 
On its axis 
Still my feet firmly planted 
Scented flowers, whirled down 
Free, fresh off the tree 
They fell on the lawn 
Did they know, the cycle of renewals
Further they flew, blown away by the wind 
Each spinning like a pinwheel 
The paper flowers 
Planted on the railings 
Colours abloom*#