Forgotten Anniversary
Spring is here, i
feel it my lungs, through my senses,
Blooming flowers,
twisting creepers over my fences,
Singing birds,
seeking attention from my little sun,
Clouds are pale,
webs of summer they have spun,
Seeking your shade
at noon, when the sun is high,
Nowhere can i find
your roots, your leaves fly by,
Memories fading
into the never ending green,
Where are you, how
have you been?
Fluttering
butterflies and the honey bees,
Have you turned to
pollen dust in the breeze,
Talk to me, come
talk to me in my dreams,
You have forgotten,
not me it seems.
©Prasad.N March 5th 2016
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Poet's Note: As time flies by we move
on in life getting lost in the day to day mundane activities, spring is here on
our forgotten anniversary!
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