Standing in the middle of meadows,
Holding my hand;
Watching the magnificent sky at the twilight ,
She told me that
She loved all those colours,
Now I wonder which one was I
in the world of black and white.
-(You never loved me you merely needed me .)
YOU ARE READING
Under The Moonlit Sky
Poetry"Whenever it rained ☔ I wrote poems about her And I'm not even a poet ."
