Into the woods I stood Among the chaos of Red, yellow and orange. Silently, I tiptoe barefoot To not stir the leaves of fallen heart. But, I could hear Sound of chirping thoughts and Echoes of Misty feelings As if, it were still afresh From seasons ago And blowing into the woods
Well I dont write frequently, i just write it when something strikes and I try to give my perspective. I may not be right all the time! But whats the harm in trying? :)