The changing colour in the air,
which makes me happier than ever.
The changing chapters of my life
with the pile of scented flowers.
These changes that seem to be occur
came with the phase of love ever.
But some changes seem to be occur
unwillingly with the thorns in roses,
that make me suffers.
I don't know why these changes are darker even though it's seem to be brighter.
Forces came into action with the love,
which seem to be wider.
Love is beautiful,more than it seems to be,
But force in love is just as dark as the black hole that no one can see.
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mystery of life and It's beauty
PoetryThis book contain short poems through which you can understand the huge mystery of life through my opinion and it's beauty
