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That time in life

That time in life
When in the heat of smoldering summer
Wild blush of spring roses
Bloom on your dimple cheeks,
When dead daisies from last season
Flower fragrant in your breeze.

It is that time in life
When life  itself
Swings to fluttering rhythms
Of a beautiful butterfly wing.
When wild flowers burst forth
A parched desert dune
And hope that lay dormant
From long years of arid ennui
Springs and bursts forth
Shoots of living green.

Live on, I say
For these are not moments that you lose
To thoughts of yesterday
Or hopes of a tomorrow
That may never come.

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  1. Himalayan SonamMay 10, 2015 at 1:33 AM

    I love this one. :)

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  2. AnkitaMay 12, 2015 at 1:26 AM

    wow! that is such a lovely poem, seriously!!

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  3. Puja UpadhyayAugust 20, 2015 at 4:45 PM

    As beautiful, vivid and resplendent as life itself. You have a true poet's eye. The world through your words becomes more soothing...like a verdant landscape after rains.

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