She woke up into one fine morning
The cool breeze dancing around
Stepped her out into her garden
Her eyes struck upon the loveliest rose,
she ever had in her garden
The pretty red rose gave her the sweetest smile
and a single thought that seems to hover in her world
Conquering her mind,actions,words,and everything
A single thought that whispered her of only person
Ha! now that is a poem, oh no that was a short story I had scribbled months before without an end to the story 😀
Now I think it is better to it read out as a poem than a story 😛
what do you think..story or a poem ?
My desert which is always green 
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