A bouquet of roses,
Stones,
Branches,And autumn leaves.
Kindly was on a walk,Gifted to me.
And the hand,Had melodies,Aromas, Secrets,And memories.
All lived up,But hiddenAnd wouldn't it walk the wayLet the senses fly,Relive the good,Perilous old days.
YOU ARE READING
SEA
PoetryIn the wonders of being in a SEA of feelings and emotions, a vast expanse of words, re-arranged in an ocean, to make a Sea of poems.
