Your Successful Sale. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Therefore the flowers chose to bloom.
And because of it the sun chose to shine.
It were the reason moon took to silver.
Okay, that is why the rains feel so wet and whisper.
But natural because of it, the seasons change.
How stupid to not realise, it is because of your,
The sparkle they give,
To the shine of mine,
The crescent of your bosoms moon,
When shines on my bloom,
The reason for everything comes alive,
The meaning of existence is given life.
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