You are my shrub..
And I am the gardener..
The relationship is strange..
For the shrub in its own way grows and play..
And the gardener feels the joy..
By feeding thou with waters of his ode..
Brings the peace which is abound..
You are the shrub which tells that their is something right in this world..
And I am the gardener..
The relationship is strange..
For the shrub in its own way grows and play..
And the gardener feels the joy..
By feeding thou with waters of his ode..
Brings the peace which is abound..
You are the shrub which tells that their is something right in this world..
4 comments:
mr gardener...i like the way u connect to things of nature..aise william wordsworth type..:P
Y yaar ...if u use such a person name....he will get ashamed.....
nevertheless randomness gets inspired by everything....
yo....yus yus rather
naughty one....u have left the sentence for speculation
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