By Sreya Sreedas
Basking in the ember light of your love
I lay in the shadows of your care and grow and grow and grow
Bearing Iris' in our souls, running barefoot over the grass where, the rythym of our hearts become one with the ebbing of our souls,
Our laughter spills onto the cold winds which bring upon my horizon, dark grey clouds, hanging low in gloom,
Never again will they shower onto us.
These dancing Willows where we wept bitterly and grew red anger; metal bitten, swept up in the waves of the storms we weathered;
It is their fate to bear witness to the death of our innocence, our unyielding love.
By Sreya Sreedas