Explorations: Xlvii Poem by indira babbellapati

Explorations: Xlvii



to bloom like a flower
in the morning and paint
the landscape
and wither with the smile
intact by evening...

isn't that real
art of living?

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indira babbellapati

indira babbellapati

visakhapatnam, india
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