Love In Between The Dry Leaves…

They are the same old paths,
Once guided by the greens and the flowers…
Then cold wind drifted soon to take away all,
Now all I see are the golden, crimson leaves of fall…
I feel our love is peeping in between these dry leaves,
Waiting till all the world go naked without leaves…
I know you will come to me quietly on this barren land,
To look for those hidden roses of love hand in hand…

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag