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

She finds a calm, In the raining verses, preserving her spirit, From the mundane curses, In a world that sways, In an ocean of profanity, She dwells in a cocoon, Of canorous symphonies....           ~S.S~

It's been some time, since she saw the wandering words, Find their way to a wayward rhyme, Every now and then, she held her pen, she envied the letters dropping by, Coercing her further, in quietude's den, But then the soul found expressions, Even in the turbulent calm, Her verses discovered a path of succession, Picking up the pebbles of scattered phrases, She's a different being, With a satchel full of poetry's mazes........                       ~S.S~