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October 27, 2018 · by · in Poetry · 6 Comments

I pick up a petal
from the garden bed;
I am not forlorn.

Camellia, you should know better than
to drop your clothes
and show thy true colours.

There is this thing
we call persona.

You are too vain to bother,
I am not convinced enough to insist.

O Camellia, stop being so aloof;
nuances are delicious, the imagination beautiful

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6 comments

  1. Ankit Thapa · · Reply→

    not sure what is going on but I enjoyed it anyway.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      🙂 thank you for reading, Ankit, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

      Like

      1. Ankit Thapa · · Reply→

        My pleasure.

        Liked by 1 person

  2. forresting365 · · Reply→

    I’m with Ankit. ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · · Reply→

      🙂 thank you, Katy and Ankit.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. forresting365 · · Reply→

        Absolutely. ❤️

        Liked by 1 person

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