I wander

I often wander in the roses,
Worrying about my proses,
Wondering if they’ll be welcomed with a warmth,
Enough to melt an icy heart,
Or if they’ll be overlooked and lost,
In the mountains, turning to frost.
Oh bring them back into this world,
I remember how much my mind had whirled,
To bring to you my finest words,
Which flew onto paper as glorious birds.
For I belong down in this earth,
If you chance upon me you may witness a birth,
From my soul’s imagination,
Your eyes bring life to my creation.

©lightbehindthecloud (Tejasvi Kashyap)

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