Not Heart Broken Poem by Satish Verma

Not Heart Broken

Rating: 5.0


I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.

Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.

The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.

Saturday, February 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Soran M. H 15 February 2020

The tall tree goes into meditation to talk to his soul very nice and poetic metaphor, excellent 10++++=

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