You saw it from a distance
I smelled it around
You took a step
I saw it coming towards
Towards,
A bit of you
A lot of me
The sky wore an unusual cloth that day
You saw it dying
I saw a shadow on it
You threw it away
I took it with me.
– Kritika Vashist
From the Soul to the nib of the Pen 
One can ignore the dew drops on me..
One can stamped me..
One day I may live and wither..
But everyday I blossom like a sun 😜
#thankingnote
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