forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Rise

Rise,

after every fall,

for all your falls are barely a fraction,

of the number,

the sun has fallen,

and risen again,

spreading light on fallen souls,

from that first lost being on this planet

So Rise.

copyright neha 2014

copyright neha 2014


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Wandering

Wandering past the windswept meadows …
she felt as though she was floating on a cloud,
the smell of sunshine awoke her senses,
she saw every colour, and heard, every sound
And In the midst of it all, she felt the little tingles
that touched her from head to toe…
She closed her eyes and heard butterfly whispers,
it gave her wings in her dreams and so much more.

free google image of butterflies

free google image of butterflies