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Every blossom…

To my Love

“Why you conceal your heart in a prayer?”

I asked a stubborn rosebud.

“To protect it from trampling in love.”

She replied.

“Then where’s the beauty of becoming
And the passion of being?”

In an answerless stillness,

The breeze stroked her cheeks.

And to fill the moment she asked:

“What! Why you staring at me?”

“Hmm…Maybe adoring you being.”

In shyness, in a sweet tender voice

She asked again:

“What’s that you want from me?

What you wish for?”

“May you open your heart in love

And spread your fragrance in joy.

Wish I could embrace every petal of your heart

And kiss every lips of your body.”

She blushed and there she blossomed.
Every blossom, isn’t it a wish come true?

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Photo Credits to Despina Karvounis 

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About Britton

It's a chattering of an eccentric who often can't control his vagrant thoughts while he is wandering around in search of the unknown. Well, it seems like, this world is an asylum N it invites each N everyone to have a stroll through this asylum. Further, for me it's a madylum :) Humiliating mockeries all around, crushing anguish within, boring day-to-day chores.... oh! He has to wade through all these. :-( N the weary traveler should plod on. No matter what. https://madylum.wordpress.com/

2 responses to “Every blossom…

  1. 🙂 if not for love would she ever even bloom ? Delightful ! ❤
    May she kiss you back 🙂 ❤

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