Anthophiles too abase them, shrinking to mere dust. At most, a seller sells potpourri, a miracle who... Anthophiles too abase them, shrinking to mere dust. At most, a seller sells potp...

A  nostalgic poem of reminiscing in the autumn of life, bringing alive old memories. While the aging... A  nostalgic poem of reminiscing in the autumn of life, bringing alive old memor...

These changes make me wonder, the autumn may threaten here. I shall have to pack after spring. What ... These changes make me wonder, the autumn may threaten here. I shall have to pack...

The flowers may open with petals  To make aware all individuals. The flowers may open with petals  To make aware all individuals.

The scented flowers on the trees The cool and slow-moving breeze The scented flowers on the trees The cool and slow-moving breeze

Your hands are petals of a blooming flower Your eyes are poems without names Your hands are petals of a blooming flower Your eyes are poems without names