Thursday, November 27, 2014

When I Go for Walks

When I Go for Walks
by Rizwan Ahmed Memon

The purity of snow,
Reminds me
Of your innocence.
The silence
Engendered by cold,
Reminds me
Of your silence.
The still air,
Helps me
Recall your touch.

The rustle
Of the leaves
In the trees--
The crackle 
Of the leaves
Beneath my feet--
Make me feel
The sounds
Of the bangles
In your arms.

The howling wind,
The foggy fields,
The bubbling stream,
The creaking branches,
The rustling leaves,
They all make me
Miss you so--
When I go
For walks
In the fall.

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