April 27th – Wither

Tonight, the prince lies pallid on the night sky; the wind is still.
Through the wispy clouds, my sweetheart calls me; the princess kissing the prince. The branches of the sturdy fir cast its shadow on the prince’s face, a ripple on his calm face. Yet she continues to smile at my silent gaze at her eyes. A raindrop falls, is it her tear?

Long have you been his sister, my darling. Without your love, my heart withers away like a flower without care.

Topic given yet again by Shilpa, my colleague.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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