Seeing the mirror and reflection of thyself made me conscious as growing old can be better only when you pierce and learn. Wildflowers and butterflies fascinated thy soul and beauty of life lying in essence of differential oblivion and haze and graffiti of artist. Deaths and breaths accompany each other just as growing and achieving search their sky and yearning for life increases with every fragile heartbreaks. Handling and composing while singing and making merry by hiding fragments of sorrow and dying illusions made me a broken yet beauty. Seeing the mirror and reflection of thyself made me conscious as growing old can be better only when you pierce and learn. Wildflowers and butterflies