Petals on water, Dancing to a new rhythm. Trying to get by.
Full hearts, blind eyes seek No reason. They roam, unbound, Like leaves on the wind.
The sands are a blank Canvas; they’ve been cleansed. Surely Someone remembers. – Meera
Upon chattering Leaves I sat. Sliding down with A Hurray at last. – Meera
Bright day blues, challenges And muse. Where ought I go, when Even paths won’t show? – Meera