U knw !!
… sometimes it happens
We watch a movie or read a story
Look around if some one caught it
“it was me he wrote about..”
no ....nothing just a silly doubt..!!
Holding tight up the winds and rain
The lively green and yellow stale
To keep the faith of dying creator
And the young lying on the bed soo pale
Some time to sleep
It never went dry
It all got soaked..
..feel exactly like that last leaf
….in the story that Henry wrote..