At times, looking into your eyes
Is like star-gazing at the skies
When in the darkness, I find
The light of what the fragile left behind.
You go to a beautiful, bustling city for summer. It's known for colorful, decadent neighborhoods and velvety flowers and creamy, choco...
2 comments:
If someone attempted to compile a 'Top 20' from your blog, s/he would have a daunting task because of sheer magnitude and consistency of quality. But nonetheless, this poem would feature in that list!
Loved this poem !
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