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Calling

These trees are calling me and I feel so helpless,

Gazing them and feeling numb!

Capturing some portraits in my visions,

As I could discern them, but couldn’t touch!

So massive like my imaginations,

Sensing all these fantasies in wood.

People, they’re engraved with their lovers,

But my tales never met somebody I could lose myself for.

These trees are calling me maybe I should go,

Wearing my gown laced with leaves and sprouts.

When the leaves fall I would make a wish,

To breathe sitting there, and fulfilling my dreams.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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