Weeds <br />form <br />shadows <br />over <br />frolicking <br />meadows <br />beautiful mellows <br />in sunset yellows <br />later to form hollows <br />and disperse as echoes <br />their story of sorrows <br />never told <br />but follows <br />new generations <br />of Seeds.<br /><br />Aminath Neena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeds-17/
