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What does this flower mean?

What does this flower mean
To me and to you
Do you see my thoughts or Yours?

Where does it end and what does it promise
Does it take my heart or mind
Do these merge with yours?

Am I drifting or the trains of thoughts?
Springing from hesitation and doubts.

Oh, flower has no meaning
It is just beautiful
And so is our relationship
Nothing more and nothing less.

Take this flower never mind
If you cant see the hand holding it
Does it bring smile on your face?
If yes then this is the meaning,
That is the purpose, what more?

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Text Content: Prasanna . Photo: Kim Anderson [www.kim-arts.com]

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