She shivered in the wind,
And fell.
A sudden, long fall.
That stole an entire
Second of my life.
I picked her up.
Stared and stared and saw.
A four petalled wonder,
Reeking of the stench,
Of my decayed childhood.
Replaying tales of old shadows
Running barefoot,
In the garden of my past.
Over the withered leaves
Of my once blooming dreams.
Reminding me to live,
Through her death.
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1 comment:
well written!
keep writing shabnam.
uncle
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