Behind me lies a thorny garden, paved with love; Iβm at my destination.
Dear, the celebration ends here; I turn back to pick the last carnation.
Written by Chirasree Bose
Behind me lies a thorny garden, paved with love; Iβm at my destination.
Dear, the celebration ends here; I turn back to pick the last carnation.
Written by Chirasree Bose
Small and nice π
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thank you π
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I felt very deep pain while reading this short piece. Very simple , precise but full of misery and suffering.
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Something very painful in it.. whats it about Sree..?? It gices a sense of being sorry or rather feeling sorry
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it’s like someone is standing at the end of their life and looks back. The journey looks like a garden. So before ending it they decide to pick the last flower from the garden.
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ok… sounds better now
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Really admire your writing.
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thank you π
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Crisp short and impactful.
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Beautiful n nicely poured in cup of poem,keep blogging dearπ·π
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You’re most welcome friendπ·π
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