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Her Flowered Gown…

Her flowered gown was all white today,
All the colors of the flowers were faded.
It was time when all the colors she would wear,
They got all washed now in her tears.
Slowly all these flowers of passion also faded away.
Leaving her gown all white and black in a sway.
Looking at her fate the eyes now are in perplexity,
Living now a lonely life of serenity and tranquility…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag