
I sit on the yellow grass,
Surrounded by tall brown trees,
Not a glimpse of green in sight,
Painted by the orange light of sunset,
The thoughts roam free,
Like the slow-crawling clouds,
Yet the heart is frozen still,
Unmoved and unfazed,
To be stuck and torn,
Between thoughts and reality,
Like being swept by the current,
In a long endless river.


Love the long endless river analogy, life flow can often be something influenced heavily by our environment 🙂
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I totally agree.
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Beautifully written poem.
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Thank you, Pooja. 😀
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You’re very welcome 😊
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