OMG:
There is too much negative stuff in this blog. I wrote a love poem here a few days back and it got mostly positive responses. I want to share some words of my doing that will hopefully brighten your week:

I snatched a falling golden maple leaf in the heat of an Indian Summer day. It reminded me of you, my love.
The ground resented me for depriving it of your touch. The wind smiled, since it was her playful nodges that drove you in to my hands.
The Indian heat was pleased because it was he that made me reach out.
It was during this Indian Summer that I fell for you, my dear. I fell like a golden mapple leaf.

--R.R. Babilona

Yes it is about the same girl, the one that walks through my mind.

Posted on Saturday, October 27. You can leave your response.