Withered Leaves Poem by Samreena Lodhi

Withered Leaves



When no wind whirled,
Without whistles in the sky,
They fell down,
silently on the ground,
the withered leaves.

Just like promises,
Greenery fades away,
prorities shift,
and they still lay.

Withered Leaves
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
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