A friend sent me an image without any context. A flower shop burning, flames rising and a man walking forward holding flowers. She asked me to write something spontaneous. So this is not an explanation or an interpretation. Just a response to what I felt looking at it.
The fire knows how to take
He knows how to hold
Between flame and stem
Love remains the same.
The shop burns with purpose
The flowers burn with meaning
One destroys because it can
The other exists because it must.
- Sarukrishna R

Wow....what a beautiful poem ✨️
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DeleteDeep and sad. So moving.
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