"A flower & a book"/ Gurpreet Kaur

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What is the relationship between a dried flower and a old book?

That flower was in its colors when it was placed in the book.

But, unlike the Book, it's lifespan is too short.

So, It dried up and lost its color.

But still, the Book hold it up like a sweet and sour memory,

at least till becoming itself teared.

Even though, they are poles apart, a dried flower and a old book is a beautiful match.

Something like a cute love fantasy.

Something like the love story of 'Nine - taled fox & a human'.

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