Poem
The purple flower dreams green thoughts today,
as leaves are lured out from their pots to lay.
And sleep these nights
to fly like kites
in low lime light to flow fine end.
Story
The Flowers sing here in the sun, and the leaves that fall from the tree dance; the forest decays as the music touches the sky. Above, the sun sees the sight and weeps for them tears of sorrow and joy.
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Reality of me that was and is
RandomAnthology of poetry and stories with themes ranging from sorrow to melancholy thoughts.