The architecture carry an archery
You no longer feels to have it's.
Merely we are the visitors
Or the scars of an irony
We have been an irresistible pandemic
Which urges to stop by
Received praises and mercy
Stuck on the thrones of Pacific
No longer we feels all to be felt within
It's a deal every person resumes in.
True power lies in the breezes
We certainly need to feel it
True wealth lies in the comfort
We certainly need to gaze it
True health lies in the power
We certainly urges to excavate it
There is a basic truth
About letting to know
One for yourself
One for others
It's a hidden power.
Divine walks of spheres
Divine talks of mother.
One day the world won't care
How deliberately one has pushed it
Till gaining severe effects
Acted on it's health and mental stability
Every minute things would collide once
Just to form the etheral blessed power of love and warmth.
Don't judge the weather
You can't forecast it
Nearly it could be viciously silent yet be harsh
With it's timid timings
For renewal,
To just get started.
You visibly won't see it as excited
But believe me, you will find enchanting it's rhythms on your whole curves of body.
Perfect is far better
It's an improvisation
Nobody could clearly clarify
All do have flaws
To accept and to rely on others as well
We have got vision to decide
Whom to trust and with whom we could stay void
In this blessed era of awakening
We have just gotten deep back in our sovereign roots.
We have a great hope
To learn and live sophisticatedly
To breathe and ease our lives positively.
Spread around the sensation
And enjoy being alive again
An ephemeral blessings are the hidden truth to prevail.
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoetryIt's a Collection of Short Poems. Feelings speaks in Darkness This book Comprises of Those Pretty Scars which are left Unsaid.. Unspoken... they do mean a lot yet they doesn't define. These scars are pretty It's bleeding yet beautiful !! This is my...
