The morning dew kissed the rose bud
Telling her the secrets of love
The dew moved on
Between her tender petals
He slowly caressed her heart
Her fears vanished, he gave her hope
She started breathing again
Born again, she spread her wings
Far and wide, her eyes opened slowly
She saw the mighty sun, glaring above
Her glittering attire, that incredible smile
Baffled the crowd, none forgot to admire her
The dew that gave her a new life
Was no more in the vicinity
And she never saw her Love
Her second Mother.
But the essence of dew
painted deep in her heart
makes her life fragrant.
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Pleasant and soft as a dew….
“the essence of dew” Softness waft to perch upon the fragrance. The feelings so beautiful!
Hi, Tapeshwar, having read your lines after a long period, I find a subtle change in your writing style, this one is really tender and soothing.