this time
the ink has dried like my spring of feelings
parched over time and ages
season seems frigid
buds remain unbirthed
flowers seem withered
stagnant is nature
nothing changes
arid becomes heart
tongue becomes voiceless
agony is the new me
pain is the new name.
©Soumya
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soumyav 
This flow of words drenches with emotions and reaches the soul in a deep manner. Intense poetry Soumya 🙂
Thank you so much for liking it