Hi there ��
Hope everyone is keeping well.
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My mother
loves flowers
so like every
spring,
this time
too my garden
is filled
with
blossoms.

Yesterday
morning I
plucked a bunch
of golden
'Amaltas'
and carefully
pinned it to my
mothers bun.
She giggled
and asked me
not to annoy.

By evening I
found the wilted
'Amaltas' on
a table and called
it dying,
only to be interrupted
by my mother;
" All that seems
dead, is only seeking
reason and residence
to live again " ,
she said.

Overnight those
'Amaltas' found both;
In my journal.
And this morning
they're living.

// The distance between death and life is called survival //

- sakshi
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