the seeds were once sowed in hope it'll flourish delightfully..
and the hope was indulge..
the shurb was blooming with beautiful fragrance flowers..
as if there's no other remarkable greensward have the sight encounter..
yet, now as the world moves on..
one by one, the flowers starts to wither away..
and though its nature of life to come and go, yet the heart feels dismay..
the expected farewell, one accept it artlessly even it scars one heart in doing it..
and the one that comes out of the blue, intensify the mutilation, further one heart to be wounded..
yet one accept it to be as the colors of life.. if the heavens are not always blue.. why the life should always be monochrome..
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~vye-vye flowers..
~vye-vye
~vye-vye..may Allah place thee for a better dwelling to be livin in
