THE TRIBUTE

A simple brown leaf
Twisted in the gentle breeze
Landed on the ground, unattended..
Right beside my dreams.
Maybe it used to watch us all these days
As we used to sit under this tree
At the same place -
Everyday.
Maybe its the tribute of the tree
To our deserted dreams.

Just a simple brown leaf.
                   
~Wrik~

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