Wednesday, April 1, 2009

a second chance

will life give me a second chance?
the grass
asked the dew,
when dew kissed the grass
& flowers to wind
when wind hugged the flowers

the grass withered & the flowers too
the fragrance remained
the experience cherished
for they were the moments..
never to be perished

today, bloomed are new flowers and grown is the grass,
on the verge of withering,
thinking can they really bloom again
but isnt withering, beautiful as blooming?

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