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a few leaves
whisper my name
as I walk by
the shades of green
they know me
'cause here once I played
sliding down the branches
falling, and standing strong
when spring
was just another season
and not a poet's love song
This Poem is shared with Magpie Tales.
Nice short poem.
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
DeleteNow that's magical.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lux :-)
DeleteM wondering, why couldn't I write like this??!!
ReplyDeleteShort yet left an impact..
Cheers
Thanks for such kind words :-)
DeleteA poets love song... Beautiful Amrit! As always!
ReplyDeleteThanks Crystal :-)
DeleteCharming...
ReplyDeleteNow, this is so refreshing...
ReplyDeleteThanks Susmit :-)
Deletelove the idea of leaves whispering your name...
ReplyDeleteThank You Sandra :-)
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