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Those dreams that once helped to bloom now withered down the eyes with regret.
There will always be times of self-doubt, let the tears flow then carry on.
There’s a garden of our love in my mind, which I have constantly nurtured with my tears…
Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
In all the happy memories, I was feeling gloomy with the one that caused tears!
Time rolls, people change and what stays back are memories that roll down the tears.
If you have to guess he loves me, he loves me not then its time to question your own thoughts.
Mrinalini Bagewadikar Agarkhed
High expectations sometimes kill her blooming desires and turn her colours into tears.
Beauty of life do not wither on its own, it wilts when we do not replenish it with self-care.
All that’s left is those dying memories which once bloomed ablaze.
The petals of expectations withered through her sorrow eyes.
Our thoughts are still blossoming, even as the petals of them fade away.
Don’t shed tears for one broken petal, let the rest of the flower blossom and spread fragrance.
Even the most beautiful flowers lose petals now and then only to bloom bigger, better and braver than before.
Without others to share the beauty of life, we slowly begin to wilt in solitude.
The tears roll down tearing apart the beautiful flowers of your crown only for a better one to bloom.
Those silvery tears emanate from my pain,
Drench my soul, like the droplets of rain!
Don’t weep your thoughts,
Blossom like flowering pot!
Lourens Lukas Moorcroft
Like a flower needs care, so does the mind.
Petals of misconceptions shedding away after realising the harsh reality of life.
It’s not just tears shedding down from my eyes, it’s part of me.
Life is as fragile as a flower. Bloom with beauty, withered by the weather.
Feelings that blossomed once, tearing apart one by one.