Wood turns to ashes,
Flowers are curbed,
Life withers away,
Silent and cold
All that matters is,
Whom did –
Wood provide the warmth,
Flowers, their smell,
Life, its awesomeness!
Posted by kunjkaria on May 21, 2013 in Poems
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