I told you not to give me any flowers back then. I told you that I have no use for its temporary beauty that only eats up space on the kitchen counter. But you insisted and gave me a stem of sunflower then. And before I refused, you said to me...
A stem of a rose could be at par, but I couldn't bear to give you its thorns. Take this instead as a reminder that you make me happy. That you are my sunshine in this messed up world.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
