forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Lonely Heart

And some days, 
the lonely heart, 
lay on barren lands 
and spoke to the summer sky, 
which did not ask how or why, 
it came to be.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

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Only Yesterday

Only yesterday,

you were collecting summer dreams…

in a fistful of sunshine

and heart full of hope,

and now you lay,

on the cool green grass

and watch them fall

in golden hues and crimson reds

like the open sky above you,

flying gently in the autumn breeze,

only yesterday…

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2018