Love captures two beating hearts
When love is dead, the heart still beats..
The breeze carries the scent of the forest
When the air is still the essence isn’t lost..
Memories haunt, yet they are so dear.
For a wild flower too have petals so soft.
And when some day my eyes shed tears
They'll wash the folly of nature and the past..
This was inspired by a poem by hope.. http://theworksofhope.blogspot.com
thank you madam..