Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
Popular Posts
-
Whenever I meet her on the street When her dove eyes meet mine As they crush the softest part of my heart I wonder loudly What...
-
You would stare at me With blue serene eyes That would instantly melt my soul Many a nights you would embrace me Under your soft...
-
Towering high, conspicuously mighty Obnoxious, murky, stinking-filthy Midst the sophistication That is paved manicured city stre...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment