One blighted morning
I fell off the tree
Bereft of life and drained of my colour
Was it the
branch or a passing breeze
That brought me
on this road of pain
For what I was
yesterday ain’t today
Parched and
perplexed, I lay hither
With these
changing shades of me
Without a leaf what
can be a flower?
Tell m, shouldn’t
it flow with ease
Lingering
through each other's vein
Love, if is love isn’t it meant to stay
Why does it
fade, how does it wither
-R-
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