Blanket

The tree does not just drop her leaves;
she scatters her memories around me
through mood poems on tiny scrolls.
I find rest in her words and fall asleep
then wake to see bits of me
poking between sad verses.

5 comments

  1. You my friend deserve all my time…I am gonna cover your words from the beginning…šŸ‘šŸ¤˜šŸ‘

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    1. Gosh, Sundaram, don’t know it’s going to be worth your time… seriously. Some of those early pieces put me to shame. And BTW, were you sent by God? šŸ™‚

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      1. Haha Vera you speak too kindly of me… and I m nobody… seriously, just a man trying to learn and improve at fiction writing… and the years, a decade in corporate world has taught me to never miss on the people with good heart… šŸ––šŸ¤˜šŸ‘:-):-)

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        1. Ahh..me too, the corporate world…sigh, but that’s what brought people like us together šŸ™‚

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