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

Midst an inescapable sadness, of the impending Autumn, And the ceremonious cheer, of the imminent Spring, Let the untold stories, remain so, For by emptying my heart, of all the fables unpenned, I wish not to, let go off the pleasures, of the m y s t e r y........ (c) S.S

She walks the lonesome nights, when nothing, but hushed shadows are in sight, Her heart, a satchel of sighs and delusions, Some tucked away world of fanciful illusions, For midst the worldly definitions of love, Words seem the only way to rise above all that impedes, certain undefined emotions, and finds its way into random poetic commotions.......... (c) S.S