• gypsysoulink_ 6w

    The flowers in my cherry orchard
    were crushed mercilessly
    Not by the wind
    Or the raging rain followed.
    Not even by the lovers
    who cuddled under the shade.
    Neither by the young lads
    who haven't quite learnt the boundaries.
    Nobody saw the culprit
    as the wind took away the scent and
    rain washed away the footprints,
    the lovers rolled over the crime site
    And the lads trampled the remains
    What a perfect crime.
    What are the possibilities though
    May be the flowers
    Withered by itself
    Fell by itself
    and Killed by itself...
    Nobody knows....and....will know