By Palak Vaishnav
“Creamy tinted mounds
turns supple, soon after a soft squish,
As the caress weakens the trembling knees
Eyeing the glimmer, I go after the earthy scent
Crusty corals being parted
Head fallen back,
Seeking feathers, running into the dead shells,
faded into oblivion
A leaflet falls” 🍃
By Palak Vaishnav
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