It was by chance indeed
That it came there
A tiny seed full of hopes
And dreams and promises
to come out alive someday
To burgeon and thrive with the greenest green
To blossom in all its glory
Waiting for the spring to come
Only if the rains had showered
Only if promises were kept...
But then,
Winter arrived.
4 comments:
wow... nice poem... maybe you could add more.. how it died in winter.. some more emotions.. but a good start :)
i love the way u built the scene.. all clouds gathered with the suggestive colourin n sounds only to be blown away by an unexpected storm..
hey nice poem with a fine ending
it was nice. just the perfect end i thought. drop it when all are just about high.....haha!!
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