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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