#WhisperingNature
Shaken stories of breath of breeze
Took away his or her tales.
Ended at the nook of the greens
Dried in the grass of graveyard
Repeat after me though
The world won't follow the sea
Cause It knows
The depth of love it could take
Surely missed those August leaves
That had been my childhood's only remain.
Remember that it could end
Not Tomorrow
Until it knows to bloom
© D