The Flower That Blooms
In the sunny September morning
He went to find the most beautiful roses
For the girl, he loved the most.
He didn't realize that it was fall
Getting beautiful flowers wasn't possible at all
Still, he tried very hard
And then with disappointment, he plucked
A bunch of half dried roses and gasped
He went to her house with couple of thoughts.
Hesitatingly, he knocked the door
She opened and found him kneeled down on floor
With the bunch of pale and dried roses.
He was shocked he thought she would be angry
But she was so happy and in excitement
Her smile was the perfect thing he saw
He realised that her smile was no less than a flower that glooms
He should never search beauty in the whole world,
When he already has the FLOWER THAT ALWAYS BLOOMS
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