oak tree He’s the duaas I didn’t dare make He’s the words that escape me He’s the feelings that portray me He’s all my feel-good memories melted together He’s the taste of October He’s what turquoise would sound like He gives my soul a home Spread like wildfireTwitterGoogleEmailPinterestTumblrMoreFacebookPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted by Neosomaliana Curator of quotes,quirkiness, and qualms. Respond to oak tree Fire away! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.