I find myself lost,
in the brown sahara of your eyes,
I, a traveller, alone
Lost, dazzled, magnified
I run to the middle,
Only to find tenebrosity,
I travel back.
Still lost-
Still finding my way through.
The sagacious man inside,
Tells me to run westward.
Where I find
A tear forming in the eye,
And I drop with it,
To your cheeks,
And I travel downwards and touch-your lip,
I'm so lost in your face...
The beauty that you behold ...
I can't Fathom the mind of the creator
To give grief to a beautiful face,
And so I travel to your fingers,
Which lead me to those hair,
And I slip from those waves,
And I fall so terribly on your lap,
Where I regain consciousness,
And find you snivelling-
There there love.
It's alright.
I say as I ponder-
"A beautiful face as that
A lost traveller as me,
The best journey i could take-
Is the journey of your entity."
-(S.N)
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Soul Stories
PoésieHere is a collection of my poems. They come from the soul. Try to feel what is trying to be conveyed. Peace.
