Blissfully to be followed
It purely smells me of my own psyche.
A picture that I craved for,
I got indulge into making elation of it,
Which in return raised me up...
The petals are still not split-up,
Looks as like as a cottonwoods,
Which just beautifully glance over the mirror..
Time went on quietly,
Mirrors seems to be fuzzy,
Although,
Petals were dazzling for the whole life span,
And I thanked that eyeful rose,
As it dressed of my own secret self.
This poem is about:
Me
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