To write the lines from tears that bled,
Fed from the ink wells in one's head,
No one understands the journey that you shed,
That took you on your path ahead,
To a present time of poetry and rhyme,
Which feeds the souls that hides inside..........
-
Thank you all, As time goes on and my Blog is getting more world wide views, I personally want to thank each and every single individual wh... -
It's a kind of magic, As the magician cast a spell, Enchanting words, The Sorcerer said, In a rhythmic sound, Air is cracking, The spell... -
To sit for a while and watch the world go by, Sat on a bench watching the tide rise, People watched the day through, As they walked on by, D...
No comments:
Post a Comment