Like a lonely leaf left to dry up on a stem
She fears the decay and being forgotten
fearful of falling victim into the arms of a heartless wind
through the hasty seconds to the end of horizon
the spring turns into an autumnal season
days of her life story reflecting the broken mirror of her heart
as gloomy as a thundering sky; as dark as night
like a lonely sunset hidden behind the clouds,
In vain she counts the minutes waiting for a sight.

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8 comments: said...

very good writing.
In this writing I feel the female,s thoughts better. Do the male feel the same?

jac said...

A single mirror gives a single reflection but when it is broken in thousand... each sliver brings out a reflection.

Othersideblue said...

Mr. Rostami,
Thanx for visiting

Othersideblue said...

So true
The pain is to ferment and season

starry nights said...

Just stopped to say hello. you have a nice blog here. love your poem.

Othersideblue said...

Starry nights,
Welcom and thank you
You have a beautiful name:)

Kuan Gung said...

Thank you...very, very nice

Othersideblue said...

Kuan Gung,
You are welcome
I appereciate the attention you are paying.