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Saturday 31 March 2012

Abandoned




Disconnected from the thin thread
Of support and balance
I lie abandoned on a tree

Mist is all, I could see
In those tiny eyes
Who held me with tenderness

Me waiting for a gentle sway
To be lifted high once again
Only to mingle with dust soon

Within days I know
Will lose my freshness
And my charm

Over the days
I will be in shags , tattered
Alone all by myself

I wonder  then
Will I be fondled n caressed
The same??

~30/03/2012~