things I’ve saved from
the heydays of rain and sun these
handful of petals and a few remnants
of the morning breeze, the simpler loves and
smiles of tender flowers, soon the sun
will move toward the end of the day, and with
that I may, too, but these little joys will
keep us alive and forever in the smiles
and the sparkle of tiny eyes - ah the
the beauty of life, never found but always felt
—
Anant Dhavale
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