End is same
When she roves the path, the sun delights
And it's a morning, which never ever end
As far as she walks, before the winter light
Brings the smiles, when the sun melts her clouds
And it's a morning, which never ever end
As far as she walks, before the winter light
Brings the smiles, when the sun melts her clouds
Book she holds and its luminous flying words
Made this way, and her journey is a tale
Which whispers by the wind with its chords
He is her map and she flows with his wails
Made this way, and her journey is a tale
Which whispers by the wind with its chords
He is her map and she flows with his wails
A lonely heart or a troubled head, which seize
Her love and her trapping muse, hide in the depth
Where the ocean meets her sun, before her ease
Which, bring the past, has the colour of death
Her love and her trapping muse, hide in the depth
Where the ocean meets her sun, before her ease
Which, bring the past, has the colour of death
Make her a way, before I reach the end
Paths aren't alike but the end is same
Paths aren't alike but the end is same
I really do love your poetry it makes my empty heart and my dead body rise from the dead each morning.
ReplyDeleteWhen I think About poetry now I think of confused feelings and you ♥
that's great ♥
DeleteFeeling Like death each second ♥
ReplyDeletethat's too great ♥
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