I gather bury deep...

I gather bury deep…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The ripened leaves of
sweet and bitter memories
withered petals and buds
I gather bury deep
in the soil of my bosom
I pickle them in LOVE
They are live and holy for me

The thought seedlings
get nourishment from them
My passions’ birds
Beat the wings
Fleet of odes fly high
Winking at me…
I smile…………
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seema devi 6.2.14
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