Deflower

Let us
wither
in our
remote village
And listen my old florist,
Your fingers are rough
As Blacksmith's
And it's really painful.
We have no intention
to exhilarate in your town showcases.
Village flowers belong to villagers
And not to cruel hands?

*[You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of your heart that you truly give.-Unknown]

nimal dunuhinga

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Fay Slimm
The story of heartfelt giving in an eloquent verse. Thank you for posting this Nimal.
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magnolia
Well written, with a wonderful quote...and well said Nimal...Maggie
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mamta agarwal
a sense of uprootedness...? a touching metaphorical write. the quote is priceless
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heather wilkins
nice one Nimal.
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Lynda Robson
Well said Nimal
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LightH2O
Well written, love those village flowers.
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Susan Jarvis
Beauty always blossoms brightest in its rightful place - wonderful words indeed. :)
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