Promise of a Flower

mybudthedroplet
barely hanging on to the promise of a full bloom, my fluid soul reflects strange shapes in keen darkness…
applebud
what makes you glow sweet promise of a flower? could it perhaps be strange lights from conceptually fruity machines?

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  1. What a strange world we live in! You have brought a smile to my face. Thank you Prashant.

  2. It is my belief that you Prashant are able to find poetry in every single thing there is to see, to feel, to be and I am grateful to you for that! 🙂

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