You lie in the stillness of my soul I believed,
My little secret, my hidden pride.
Wondering if the whole of me that you created was a hole in disguise.
I gaze at illuminated copper sky
Birds still haven’t lost their tone,
I Ponder are you instilled in the calmness within me?
Ecstatic I go finding you are still a whisper softer than the petal I plead to be.
Looking around I see seasons change,
What stays back is the peace either parched or stained.
Wingspan can never be an acronym of their hope,
To nestle in the dark in their hard earned abode.
The scent of the flower hard to locate within the scorched bushes,
Reminds me how Spasm of pains is overshot by your tinniest glance.
Leaves falling off the branches, floating in the blue sky,
Giving no clue about where lies the fate or what so ever may come by.
A storm surge passes by,
Copper turns grey amidst the hazy sky.
The coolness of the storm urging me to be blown away,
like the sand who has lost the reminiscences of it’s origin
Beneath the sheet of time.
Murmur begin and hollowness is stirred,
Cries of many masked under the chirps of some.
Dust starts settling over the leaves,
Greedily you can see them retaliate fighting the battle to stay clean.
And the whole evening I spend drenched
Watching how little drops wash away my loneliness
Rinse my soul and makes me gleam .
If this unsteadiness of nature is what I enjoy,
Then why, “not being steady” is what I grieve.?.
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