The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

It's a medley of senses,  Across the substantial fences,  Wherein dwells our glorious abode,  Therein we sway in heart's blissful mode,  But Oh lover, hold me delicately,  My frame is the glued broken pieces of glass,  I resemble a blossom, but am a dry grass,  With you alone, I recognise me,  Without you, my existence wouldn't be......  (c) S.S 

And when I sought you, After innumerable stumbles, As I see you repose upon lofty peaks, While I am drowning in the depths of the sea, I can see the destiny laugh, Mocking at the life's discrepancy........ Poem & Drawing (c) S.S