When I look at the colourful flowers, the green grass, the cheerful sun, the silent sky, the creamy moon and the shining stars;
I feel there is no rush.
But still the year comes to an end.
Even this year too, shall pass by.
And then I’m left thinking,
Time — where do you fly away?
What’s the hurry!
Where do you rush?
For the daily prompt: Rush
Great post😀👍. Really does the time rush or we rush? Or both? Loved this post
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That’s a very reasonable question, Shivangi.
Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
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I enjoyed it😀
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🙂 Thanks Shivangi.
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