I was walking along a straight path,
A laughing voice left me wayward and I stumbled,
I found a wild flower blooming in a barren land.
Bewitched by the desire to possess,
I plucked it.
Cared for it in a glass vase --
but nothing could keep it alive.
Watched the petals fall and the beauty die.
Watched it wishing,
I'd never tried.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
