Springtime - Acrostic

3 years ago

proteeti

@sambhavami

Sometimes when you look up,

Pretty stars wave goodbye.

Rising light from the pit of hills

Inspires an ill-timed sigh.

No further than the green

Golden garden you may go,

To seek an old promise. An

Immortal yarn of sorrow.

Mighty love: abandoned; only, an

Embrace broken in haste.