To beloved Dried hearts and leaves 

Farewell

As I stand here, rooted

for the last seventy years,it’s difficult to let them go,

I try my best to hold on,but when they are ready,to fall,

they do,and all I can be,

is be a silent spectator,to the nature’s farewell.

I do gush,

When a beautiful human,Picks them up, 

And makes them,a part of their book.

What a special bookmark, indeed!

He,Who consumes us,Also does loves us.

But then,who said, 

Human’s love,for me and for them is unconditional,

It is just,not in their nature.

R.J 

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Art work :Christine Krainock 

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Into The Crevices of my age 

 

“My soul breathes a childish hue,

But the veins under this skin

Exhales pale and blue
My heart’s beat

Warms with young heat

But this love turned bitter , Once burned so sweet

The music is still on and I feel the rhythm in these fragile bones

So , shall I dance my heart out

Or shall I be scared

To be fallen and Caged

Into the crevices of my age?”

R.J