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Heidi Franke Dec 15
Between leaf and life
Wet ochre leaves bundled exit
Life was lived now gone
Walking in early morning winter of rain and autumn leaves scattered in patches in the ground. Thinking how beautiful but gone. Then, there they once were four months ago high up in the tree, green and offering shade.
Àŧùl Mar 2015
When I saw the morning sunlight gleaming,
I thought about all the darkness that it veiled,
Behind its bold beams it had bowed down.

While I looked at the rays they were sifting,
I realized that in the evening the sun must set,
Bundle will open & then will again be night.

Where I wondered was the permanent day,
I answered myself that it was ever impossible,
But worrying was docile as I too will perish.

Who could complete this jigsaw of my life,
In here you come smiling as the permanence,
Bringing completeness to my life you are..

Why I must try to make the best of my life,
Imbibing positives and happiness throughout,
Because life is too small to waste in vain...
My HP Poem #818
©Atul Kaushal

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