While transcending the roads with pebbles
Clutched by loneliness, she surrenders to him
He makes her a wanderer like himself
She remembers the flower in her hair
Tugged and still fresh, rosemary scented
Yes he loved its charms and followed her
He withdraws his eyes as she gazes him
He was hiding secrets she never came to know
Days, months, decades have passed
He had left her and so is love
But Rosemary is still fresh
Reminding her of her youth,, she envies it
Cannot pull it apart, she had become one rosemary herself
She will be picked by someone someday like she had picked
one long ago……………
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