Far away, I see myself, standing in front of a giant tree; begging for affection
Everyday, my voice echoed in the chambers of forest, making the ground shiver
The tree never spared a glance on the pleas of my poor self
Watering the tree was the only thing I knew
The branches had spread but fruits were rotten to pulp
My eyes always looked up to him to get attention
I saw people taking advantage of his shadow but he did not mind
The only problem was, I wanted love and he gave support
I did not take advantage as the self less adoration overtook my every possible sense
Silly I was to think, the tree had the heart of warm ocean
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White Stained Roses
PoetryA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
