Saturday, April 5, 2014

First Verse.


This might be the last chapter
my life opens to me.
This might be one of those last stories
written beside the rotting tree.

The previous chapter
was dreamy , dread and dreary.
It was long  and calm
but it died with the fleeting fairy.

The words feel beautiful, peaceful and serene
as i look into your eyes.
Rain no more feels gloomy
and nights full of lies.

I might be writing the last verse
for her and first verse for you.
But beside this rotting tree
a new bud arises , calm and true.