forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Paint

And then there was fresh paint

thrown over the old cobweb of memories

sunlight filtered through

the brightly colored spaces

but the color of nostalgia

refused to leave, the red stained heart.

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In response to daily prompt: Paint


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Night falls in my dreams

Night falls in my dreams, waking them up from deep slumber…

It rolls them down gently from the mountain top, like a lullaby,

It spreads them out in the green meadows by the moon light,

It dances with them to the melody of the quiet rain,

It flies with them in the warm breeze to the sky,

Night falls in my dreams…with love

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

poetry and image copyright neha 2016