They whisper to me
the gusty wind, the drops of rain
before a new chapter of life begins

There is undying hope
in every glance, in every breath
regarding stride of life, and time of deathΒ 

Perhaps, love is a last leaf
that clings upon the gentle strings
of heart, even though time is short

 

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Posted for “Flash 55 Plus” @ Real Toads

& on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets UnitedΒ