Spring is in the air,
The flowers are in bloom,
But the heart wilts
Awaits an impending doom
A mist hangs around
In there sadness seeps
Cold and damp surrounds
The lonely heart weeps
Echoes come back
Of memories far away
Cherished Thoughts-
In distant times they lay
Tears stream down
Join the rivers of sorrow
How sweet, How Bitter,
The reminiscence of yesterday,
The dreams of the morrow
Roses have thorns
They prick it bleeds
Has it not to be borne.
For the fragrance so sweet?
And so this sorrow
Is nothing but that thorn,
So great is the joy
Of remembrances of the times bygone
Divs
The flowers are in bloom,
But the heart wilts
Awaits an impending doom
A mist hangs around
In there sadness seeps
Cold and damp surrounds
The lonely heart weeps
Echoes come back
Of memories far away
Cherished Thoughts-
In distant times they lay
Tears stream down
Join the rivers of sorrow
How sweet, How Bitter,
The reminiscence of yesterday,
The dreams of the morrow
Roses have thorns
They prick it bleeds
Has it not to be borne.
For the fragrance so sweet?
And so this sorrow
Is nothing but that thorn,
So great is the joy
Of remembrances of the times bygone
Divs
No words to express Divya...i guessyou shud not let your inner feelings and the power to express it ever subside...salutations..Sri
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