It was a winter night .I was broken .I was shattered, my leaves threatening to fall .I stood there looking at some old leaves withering down and touching my feet. And then I saw you coming my way. Quite a new person to the place where I stood. You looked at me with kind eyes, touched my stem with your warm hands, feeling my pain .You came and hugged me with all your soul, as if you were passing your strength over to me .You kissed me softly and then you were gone. While I longed to see you again ,I saw something soothing . The sunrise, as beautiful as yourself and then I saw you smiling at me from the sky.
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The Fall of Words
Poetry"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
