NOTHING DIES.

NOTHING DIES.

NOTHING DIES..

Just like an orchid tone,
I’m a blooming blue velvet soul.
Towards the sun, I grow,
I embrace the light that shines and glow.

Just like an orchid size and compass,
Of a few inches is my dream canvas.
Settled roots inside the ground,
Still I need some stardust to wrap around.

Just like an orchid viability,
I’ll wear my colors till the eternity.
By the end I’ll seize my wings,
I believe even after the life, life sings.
Just like an orchid!
         

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Yash Mainali
Doesn't matter how many new blooms are there. Feeling for the very first one is totally conserved. No other can replace the feel of essence in prime florescence I had for.

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