Everything leaves its stain
Even a single drop of rain
A simple smile of ecstasy
Or a mere touch of pain
All the moments lie in there
In the deepness hiding them
In future when it feels here
It Sounds like a wistful hem
Under the roof,on the table
Beside door there was a chair
Some memories are still stable
But the count is not so fair
This is like time had flew
Leaving some little splinters
The way in autumn wind blew
Sweating summers,freezing winters
YOU ARE READING
THE RHYMES IN ME
PoetryJust a few poems i want to save somewhere I GOT IT ON NUMBER 55 IN POETRY TAG🥺❤ You can read if you want But they are not more than okay so its upto you And I am not even a native nor am I fluent much But yeah I love English literature so..... An...
