When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. ~Ansel Adams
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The leaf.

The humble, lame, green tender leaf,
Peering into the big world,
From her small peep-hole-the crack in the fortress wall..
Many people stop with a fleeting look,
She beams with happiness and pride..
Soon did she realize that it was not her,
But the immensely colossal fortress on which she resides,
Shedding a quick tear, she waits for her only friend,
The world in a split second seemed brighter,
A burning hue, slowly rising with joy towards her,
Rising over all the blues and heart aches,
Giving hope each new day!,
It was her best friend-the sun they call him,
Never late to give his best smile each day,
Just for her,
Oh! Little did she know how slowly and definitely he was falling in love with her,
Turning red with love each day, the passion growing stronger….
Loving a humble, lame tender leaf,
And shining a bright new day, to see that lost smile on his love’s face,
Her smile- caressing her delicate lips,
Fondling his body in bliss.
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