Posted in Fiction, Romance

Door of Spring..

DOOR OF SPRING

 

 

The spring had begun and people were cheerful. The flowers were busy blossoming, the butterflies constantly orbiting them. She missed something as if something was making her hollow from inside; but what it was, she knew not. Although she would have felt happy for the spring, yet she felt emotionless. Though she wanted to dance with the flowers, she shut herself in her room, dark as the universe, never to open it again.

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