To a new beginning...



The Wise Trees


Leaves fall and crowd my yard.
Slowly, I brush them aside,
Looking at the leaves browned with age
And the naked trees, still tall with pride.

Many a times I have pondered,
"Is it a matter of joy or gloom?"
But every time the trees smile and answer,
"We are readying ourselves for yet another bloom."

(Sometimes, we have to just pick up the experiences, let go off the old hindrances and open ourselves to new learnings... that's the way it is...)




Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2015-03-09 at 07:53

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