In withered words
Your story speaks
Through little streams
And nuggets
Placed in magenta colors
I feel the winds through you
The suns warmth
And many more such stories told
By many many more of your
Leafy lores
Swinging your last dance
Upon the rivers edge
Flittering by now here and now there
Not here nor there
You collapse gently
Upon earths floor
With aged stories in you
In you, my love
In you no more
Your story speaks
Through little streams
And nuggets
Placed in magenta colors
I feel the winds through you
The suns warmth
And many more such stories told
By many many more of your
Leafy lores
Swinging your last dance
Upon the rivers edge
Flittering by now here and now there
Not here nor there
You collapse gently
Upon earths floor
With aged stories in you
In you, my love
In you no more
2 comments:
I like the last words, In you no more
Bangladesh
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