Sanjna and Surya

This I know to be true ,
If only as I choose it to be thus,
That Sanjna, on her way to the forest,
Sprinkled wildflowers
Across the prairie like confetti,
A trail of sorts,
That Surya might find her
Should he realize he was less without her,
As he did.

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