Looking at the kite,looking at the balloon,the old man told the child,
Let the strings go..
The more you tighten the strings the more they will struggle to break free,
And they would fly very far away..
Then holding few petals from flowers,he threw them up,and they fell right on them..
He smiled..
The person who loves you,they would be like flower petals,rain drops,wind,they would come so naturally,
And drench your heart,make your should bloosom,and teach you how to smile..
They would not need strings to hold them,they themselves would become that gentle embrace that heals..
Try to be like petals of flowers,showering love ont he person who makes you dance in the sky..
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..