Vines that intertwine our lives..
Caught up in dreams lost in reality
Hoping to live a life lost in you and me.
Then seasons change, the leaves wither and fade.
The tangle of vines is all that remains.
Seeing now the tangles that engulfed me in you.
Wondering from where the roots ever grew.
Two drifting souls floating in dreams...
Lost in the beauty of all they believed.
Will the vines live through the cold of the storms?
New life to spring forth when life gets warm?
From where will the new growth come ...
When the souls no longer sour...
Beauty is no longer seen... along a distant shore.
It hides so deeply far beneath the dead old vine..
The dried up stem...
@s.irfanaleem 11.26.2013
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