My ramblings....

My Kind of Love

Love has been burried
Yes it has lost its flight long ago
What was a wing if it soar without bone
Only the feathers which drift to the ground
Over days and ages it sunk beneath soil
Sifted by the many
Their feet treading time
Until the roots drew it in to their strangled womb
And it's breath, but the thought, was drawn

May it grow through the flower or the weed?
I should not hope to think
But it trickles through the milky veins
Quietly letting the life go on

posted by Unknown @ 11:51 PM