Raindrops are the rhythm of nature,
Poetry is the rhythm of the heart.
At the end we all end up as stories,
But he was created as poetry.
I want to read him more and more,
Until I understand him, feel him at the core.
I want to flip though the pages again and again,
Until paper cuts from my fingers leave a stain.
Your golden brown skin,
Is like cocoa shining in sunligh.t
I want to trace that skin,
Like how raindrops trace a window.
His smile was as soft as the clouds;
And his eyes!
His eyes are a realm to different universe.
An unknown world I used to crave,
Now to It I remain in slaved.
Because I live in it in every second of every day;
But I don't mind, I dont want to escape.
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Sunshine Be Mine | Poetry
PoetryUnsaid things are best spoken through poetry. Poems are the best whisperers of secrets. Feelings and emotions are sometimes better expressed through different forms of literature than through speech. So, these poems for a warm soul, are written in...
