Saturday, April 11, 2020

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Day-11 NaPoWriMo-2020
Prompt: Language of Flowers




                                                                       image: Sunita Prasad


Tonight I write,
About a sweet memory
Memory as old as time.

There were those
Scrawny hands
Filled with a lover's vibe.

They held a needle
A needle stringed together
With a thread of fragrance.

The evening glistened 
Weaving the pearls
In her diminishing eyes.

She held that fragrance
In her wrinkled hands
And weaved a world of her own.

The way she weaved
Those pristine pearls
Left a whiff of life in the misty air.

She strung them
One after another
Till a lengthy memory was made.

She dressed up
In her best attire
Adorned with the fragrance in her hair.

The summers,
Strengthen her love
In the tresses, waiting for her beloved.
















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