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Early morning air
And a bunch of snow white flowers
Such fresh lillies in my garden
Craving for undivided attention..
Been standing here staring for hours
Even as mind's astray
Struggling to get hold
Of one delusionary mirage
Shall i call them beautiful
Or deem fit ugly..
The inner voice has been screaming
An easy question i have no answers yet
These tender snow white blossoms
How do you decide
If its gorgeous or else otherwise..
Okay maybe
You love them now
And next moment hate that very beauty
But did almighty make a rule
Just for your shenanigans..
Thy thoughts
They make hell no difference
Of course it does
Speak volumes about only you..
For every time
Your words paint a label on em'
Something changes
In the way you conduct
Or maybe those lenses go blurry..
