Missing
There are few who can really lay claim to knowing missing you, I need not prove it, when I say I belong to the missing few, Because I am one of the few, who tried getting away from you, Only
Falling Leaf
Nestling in the sun, tethered to the strongest stem, Looking at cousins in my shadow, I laugh at them, Basking in the glory of my sun, I miss the impending grey, I should have listened to those stories of the