Rare Moments of Beauty

Some flowers bud and withers before bloom Never to dream again, withered, before fallen again Drooping branches, sign of resignation of nature Tired enough; no passersby, or even some who could caress the beautyToo much to bear, the early boon given away easilySleep, some souls never dream of waking amidst the untimely interruptionRare notes of beauty and it’s fragrance visits the quietest nightWhen moon settles … Continue reading Rare Moments of Beauty