The ripples in the pond

The rose had learnt to leave against the thorns
And he ripped the thorns off the stem

The rose wonders why people rip off the thorns
She has learnt to rejoice her life against them from birth

And he can't handle it until the red turns brown
May that's why the two can't handle the Chaos of their existence together

The lady had learnt to rejoice with sun and sing to the stars
But then storms came taking away both of them

The lady had learnt to sail her boat against the waves but then
The sun drank all the water and boat just sinked to the cracked land

The lady had learnt to live with her only heart
But then they tell to find a companion

It's not about a cup of coffee or the tea cup lying on the table lonely
The lady and the cup happily wonder with each other
But the crowd often question the peace tagging it as loneliness

The camel was happy along the desserts
But they force them to breath in the cold ,
In a place where desserts are hard to find but are present with countable trees and lash greenery land

Granny was happily rocking against the chair in the old age home
But then the call about his grand child moved her from the chair
A heart wishing to see her grand child adoring her wrinkled long stretched smile

And the ink dries shying out the word 'HAPPINESS AT THE UNEXPECTED TIMING'

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