A stone lies in my way
grey, unmoving
An unnamed shape.
I turn it over
A tiny flower smiles at me.
And I see the other face
of grey, lifeless days.
-Reena
A stone lies in my way
grey, unmoving
An unnamed shape.
I turn it over
A tiny flower smiles at me.
And I see the other face
of grey, lifeless days.
-Reena
BUTTERFLIES OF TIME- A CANVAS OF POETRY 