The Lost Spring.

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They waited at my doorstep,
Flowers, so beautiful.
They didn’t know ,
that I chose to be in my world.
They waited there ,
As much as I waited to go to them.
Both futile.
They couldn’t come in
and I couldn’t go.
The wait was so long ,
that they started to wither.
They bid Adieu!
To meet next Spring!

Positively 🙂
Priya Pramod

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Thinker,Mother,Friend,Daughter,Engineer

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2 thoughts on “The Lost Spring.”

  1. Lovely thought,
    I am always delighted to see the numerous trees that burst into bloom before and during summer in India.
    This year I missed and was thinking which trees would have bloomed but I didn’t put my feelings into words. You did it in a wonderful manner.

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