Spring and me

Spring and me short poem

Photo by Bre LaRow

The feel of leaf dust,
Shreds rustling around,
The sight of falling leaves,
unencumbered my senses.

Standing bare at some places,
Orange and yellow in some corners;
Trees, like traveling artists,
Put on colorful plays,
Changing attire at every stage.

The warm wind ruffles my hair,
With the scent of flowers,
Spring descends on me,
I set myself free.

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Deepak Janardhan

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My name is Deepak Janardhan. I live in Bangalore and work for IBM as a Technical Writer. I started writing at the age of 20 years and since then writing has been the love of my life. I am a passionate writer, a hobbyist photographer, an incessant learner and eternal dreamer.
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