All I could hear is,
beats of my pounding heart
he is standing just a few steps away,
guess, narrating stories of his day
things of here and there...
but, what I could only see is,
his hands waving like sea while
eyes glittering like stars
and lips vibing the drums...
and this is all enough to make me
skip the beats of my musical heart...
YOU ARE READING
Seasons of Her
PoetryA series of poems... and some vouge feeling where only a few got words and others remain silent and one day lost onto the deep red sky....
