• Ayesha Patel

Apart We Will Grow.

From forest trees to the freshly fallen leaves

A journey of persistent struggle he grieves

To walk is to climb is to heave

For the heart for the mind he thieves

You are the shadow of the hummingbird

The sun’s poise over you

The secret to my abandoned word

The tears that detain me in blue.

Apart we will grow

From the trees and the river

You will sing your song

And I mine

A tribute to uncertainty

Here’s to the impending.

Your heartbeat not a note to my rhythm

Your voice will sing no more

An orchestra of enchantment


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