My tree did stand high
With the stems and fruits of love
And I kept my eyes closed
Because I trusted the world enough
I regared the wanderer as my friend
And When the naked sun danced on it's head
My shadow became their shelter
I got attached to the birds
That chirpped on my branches
I loved them
Only to see them fly in one of the old days
One of the stormy nights
When the air lost its temper
I still stood there until I finally broke
And listened silently to
What every traveller that passed by said
They said that the melancholy
was what I was wrapped in
They said that the drama
was my comfort zone
They said I was also
The part of destruction
But this time the dark blankets of wind
Did unfold my eyes
And what I could see
That there was no one
Not even the people
Whom I have always regarded as mine
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PuisiThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
