Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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an ode to fall…

A myriad colors strewn on the ground,
Tread lightly lest you trample a dream.

Listen to the soft rustle of the leaves,
For tomorrow they will lie still.

Covered with the pristine snow, they will find their way back in your heart.

When one spring morning amidst the cacophony of birds,
A single bloom will leave you with no words…


Photo Credits: Smriti Lekha Bhaumik