Romantic Meadows

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Painted flowers in my life...

never will they fade, nor will they let me.

Can my life be painted as fresh as them; sometimes, I wonder.

Before the beauty of time passing, I always surrender.

Sometimes I think, painted flowers in my life, will they ever wilt.

Living as it comes, will keep me sound and off-guilt. 

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Satya Suman

Spring Summer 19

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