-Sitting near the lake,
observing the falling snowflakes.
White. Pure. Perfect.
They remind me of you,
You
Falling
For
Me.
You never admitted it,
I never asked it.
We just assumed
That
I'll be the lake
And you'll be the snowflake
Falling graciously
For me.~Samruddhi.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Snowflake.
-Sitting near the lake,
observing the falling snowflakes.
White. Pure. Perfect.
They remind me of you,
You
Falling
For
Me.
You never admitted it,
I never asked it.
We just assumed
That
I'll be the lake
And you'll be the snowflake
Falling graciously
For me.~Samruddhi.