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Wilted Petals

Oct 25, 2024
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Updated: Jul 4, 2025

By Akansha Gendre


In my journal, a heart like withered rose,

A tale so tragic, our story chose.

I waited in silence, hopeful and yearning,

Yet, you never arrived, the flame kept burning.

Now I drift, a lifeless fish at sea,

Love’s current lost, where once we used to be.


By Akansha Gendre



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