• miyakha 23w

    If I can save a few I will.

    There is nothing left than a drought stricken tree almost died, rooted in my chest....
    Once it was lush green, filled with pink flowers and red fruits... It grew profoundly in your love... The tree provided home to too many birds...  Then your love disappeared, the leaves fallen down and withered....  the tree sensing its immediate death looked at the dry branches...  Some birds are still perching  on it so adamant, not to leave... trying to soothe the aching veins....  the tree shook itself for the last time to cast them away....  To save them from pain... shouted in a faint voice go away.....  I m freeing you go and live your life... Get away from my pain.