The flower has fallen
from its branch,
yet its scent drifts
through the restless air,
soft, unbound,
lingering where it pleases.
And in our memory,
it blooms again—
fragile, fleeting,
yet eternal,
woven into the quiet corners of our hearts.
~Deepak Vohra
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Author:
Deepak Vohra (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is not only for the flower but it's for the beautiful people who are always ready for the humanity.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Winter time is coming
This is a wonderful poem that in its most poetic style broaches the impact of memory and the senses making yesterday today
Flowers and love. What a combo. Nice write.
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