Life is not a competition
nor love was so,
they were the belives that grows like
the big trees when we sow.
He never tried to leave you
nor did he tried to achieve you,
it was just a seed of trust that he sowed
which would look beautiful and new.
Our physical being changes with time
like from child to old,
only remains are the promises and trust
if we think them to be gold.
But those things are now
like a old roadside tree of a town,
which doesn't know its future
whether it will live or cutten down.
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