My branches are hardened the roots run deep no matter how I try they won't lose their grip... Degenerate, dejected, dry I thrive in the barren heath silence is my cry I suffocate underneath... Sucked of all joy springtime warmth is an enemy I crave not her smiles her caress is my misery... All leaves… Continue reading Arid
Month: March 2019
Closed minds…
Some closed minds remain closed no matter how many keys you try turning in them... © Isha Garg
A Happy Heart
Look beyond the thorns to the red rose bushes for beautiful leaves on twisted branches azure streams amid treacherous forests dark clouds that the sustainer of life houses... Prickly pines with their pristine reaches diamond dews on the morning grasses the gleaming orange tree when the sun rises the God painted hues of varied sunsets...… Continue reading A Happy Heart