Burning Florist
I came with flowers, with hopes and love inside, but never knew to a florist, i was gifting — to a florist, who was burning her own flowers, and ashes settled on my bower.
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SILENCE
Life is so silent, Silent in noise Wanna hear that silence; Just pay a price. Life is so colourful, coloured in night Can you see that darkness; just a ray of light. Life is lonely, lonely in crowd; Oh! The silence is so loud…