20. Wither or grow?
Even during the summer's blazing heat,
I froze like a freezer that stores meat.
A chill went down my spine
As it fluttered, this heart of mine.
Whatever I saw became a blurr;
And all this by the mere thought of her.
So will being with her make
the flowers in my soul wither or grow?
Well, since love itself is a risk,
I don't even want to know.
-Rithin.
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