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I trace the petals of dry petunia flowers that lay silently on the ground, narrating a story that was left unsaid. Those dry flowers embellish the ground with their golden dryness and speak volumes of despair and bliss they've been through. They tell of a story unknown, the one I'm narrating. There's a joy in withering away and lying lifeless, examining the world with a wanderer's eyes and a hodophile's heart. In every lifeless petal, lies a story. A story of their life- the one they lived in colors and happiness. Now, their withered petals are like a bonsai for a broken soul, for they speak of a time they're meant to be too. There's a joy in death, a plethora of perpetual silence. There's a greater joy to live after death in someone's poignant poem. #paidstory #petunia #life #death #zumiwrites #musingsbyzumi #zumisheth #yqbaba ... 1/18

I trace the petals of dry petunia flowers that lay silently on the ground, narrating a story that was left unsaid. Those dry flowers embellish the ground with their golden dryness and speak volumes of despair and bliss they've been through. They tell of a story unknown, the one I'm narrating. There's a joy in withering away and lying lifeless, examining the world with a wanderer's eyes and a hodophile's heart. In every lifeless petal, lies a story. A story of their life- the one they lived in colors and happiness. Now, their withered petals are like a bonsai for a broken soul, for they speak of a time they're meant to be too. There's a joy in death, a plethora of perpetual silence. There's a greater joy to live after death in someone's poignant poem. #paidstory #petunia #life #death #zumiwrites #musingsbyzumi #zumisheth #yqbaba ... 1/18

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previous. — % & Shut your eyes tight and let none see through your misty windows to witness sombre meadows, because the meadows in your eyes are counterfei

previous. — % & Shut your eyes tight and let none see through your misty windows to witness sombre meadows, because the meadows in your eyes are counterfei

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*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why d

*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why d

Shivansh

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I carry you like a supernova that moves me, like a wall that fades and flies in the sky, like smoke that is free and dissolves in porcelain.. (Caption...) (Read caption....) I keep hugging you, even though you're not here; although I don't know if I will reflect myself in your fingers again.

I carry you like a supernova that moves me, like a wall that fades and flies in the sky, like smoke that is free and dissolves in porcelain.. (Caption...) (Read caption....) I keep hugging you, even though you're not here; although I don't know if I will reflect myself in your fingers again.

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Do you grow them...? 〰️captioned〰️ "Do you grow love"? Like a rose blossoming ostentatiously. A hue of a ravishing crimson, fueled by the passion of glimmering dews. A dainty

Do you grow them...? 〰️captioned〰️ "Do you grow love"? Like a rose blossoming ostentatiously. A hue of a ravishing crimson, fueled by the passion of glimmering dews. A dainty

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Flowers are heartbeats of Earth Blooming every month, every season, Where nature paints the canvas of land And spills its beauty into the souls with Enchanting emotions; Flowers from lands to hands, Flowers from hands to in between Pages of poetry, This way the flower blooms in hearts Of everyone and lives forever And they never wither As love never dies! (Caption) Snow covering the lands like a blanket in January, Here comes CARNATIONS; blazing crimson red Waking the lazy soul to get up and enjoy the t

Flowers are heartbeats of Earth Blooming every month, every season, Where nature paints the canvas of land And spills its beauty into the souls with Enchanting emotions; Flowers from lands to hands, Flowers from hands to in between Pages of poetry, This way the flower blooms in hearts Of everyone and lives forever And they never wither As love never dies! (Caption) Snow covering the lands like a blanket in January, Here comes CARNATIONS; blazing crimson red Waking the lazy soul to get up and enjoy the t