Sunday, June 19, 2016

Fade And Wither




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-