Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 26, 2018





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Behind every fall there is a silent song
of love sweetly sung, but to wither in the long run,
creating ripples in some hearts sometimes
but not letting out the hard facts of hurts and burn;

for there’s a kind of secret joy in falling
which is known only to the falling body in shambles,
there’s a hidden story of love behind every fall
not unfolding the tragedy before to dust it tumbles;

there’s exchange of wills, emotions, matter and mind
fun, frolic, fasts, feasting, silly laughing and soulful crying
as the journey tides over the Sun, snow, rain and storm
to stop at length letting one fall, to leave young ones wailing;

wizened, wistful leaves fall like fussy molehills in storm crumbling
as Spring delights in birth of new leaves, with joy of life bursting !

COPY RIGHT : @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 25.02.18
p.c. google

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