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Unfolds

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Unfolds the rose bud
Each layer double coloured;
The next day fades
Petals pale and fragrance bailed.
The pollen a bright yellow
Tender to touch
Puzzles life to life.
“Pluck me not for I live
Another day
As the sun carasses me
And the wind kisses me.”
The older rose in reflection,
“I am beautiful
And an enduring beauty for days
I am love.”
Amazed at the passing thoughts,
I feel the flowers and reflect
In depth on the essentials
Live beautifully to love unconditionally.

Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Parallels

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The clouds have known earth and sky,
                                                     Rain to reach the grounded tree.
                                                 Many births witnessed and so many lives;                                      
There, life draws illusion of parallels….
              Myth leaves silently
              And they meet, coming alive;
                              In each the other lives.
              
                     Copyright (c)  2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar