The Unsaid 
“That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.”--Goethe
It’s like the journey,
Of a drop of rain,
From its birth to the-
Destiny with the earth;
It just glides down,
Without a word. 


deeps said…
Beware of freezing point and evaporation :P

nice lines :)
Anu Lal said…
Even a drop of rain conceals something.
Pooja Abhay said…
Nice post:) Deep thinking, liked it very much.
Writing Buddha said…
Waah waah... i am in LOVE... haha..
Terri said…
This is great!...I'm loving these unsaid i-poems!

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