The two little souls Meet under the tree. They sit ever quietly But never have A word to say. They walk back, To their lives, With the hope to come back. One day And everyday, They return To the bench That awaits them Under the tree. He would crave For her tresses To blow on his face. She would sit A little closer To feel the warmth Of his arms. But, not everyday The wind blew her mane. Not every time The hands were so warm. They left so often Thirsty and in pain. They returned again But in vain In vain. While I painted these love birds, I felt their story. #ampainting #acrylicpainting #experimenting #withcolors #lovers #inlove #bench #under #the #fall #tree #sky #is #colourful #am_wandering #wanderer #thoughts #poetry #poetsofinstagram #author #yeg #edmonton #authorsofinstagram #poem #lovepoem


Author: vatsalasinha

An author, Doctor and a mother who struggles with learning mothering her preschooler, as he learns to be a child. In all a person exploring life, it's beauty and meaning as I try to keep my nose above water to survive challenging times and enjoy beautiful moments. I love to write about everything and anything, especially about feelings; your's, mine and anyone's. I recently published my first fiction and to me it's an achievement to be able to write with an insistent and clingy toddler screaming in my head for attention as I write and stare at my screen with sleep deprived eyes in those dark nights; with the melody of snores and music of perseverance ringing loud and making me keep going.

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