what if the wind whispered on the door,
that was never meant to be knocked
the boundaries screamed nothing ,
with the sense of pride being at fault.
drip,drip,drip.......
yielding the gentlest of ticks,
the sublime drops seeps down the skin
symbolizing an un poetical rhyme
that inscribes the soul.
sounds drown the deafening silence
whilst the noon rejoice,
it's time Oh amore!
the starry night now calls....
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Shades Of Ink
PoetryWhen the soul speaks and heart flies....... Just a bunch of soulful poems. Here's a sample.. My love, You're the definition of forever for me, With a new hope in my heart, I want to melt in your arms, The night witnesses our sacred bond, And no...
