There I was, searching for him,
In the hallways, behind the buildings.
I didn't know, where he was,
I was Wandering, shattering, freezing and collapsed.
There was a day, we used to play,
Fight and tease, laughing in sunrays.
We both travelled, beyond the heaven,
We were like the musical notes of seven.
We were made up of dusts,
Dusts of moon and Jupiter, that never get rust.
We were unknown particles of universe,
We weren't not words in a same verse.
-s.b
YOU ARE READING
Resonance
PoetryShe is a corpse Living with marks On her flesh And a little more mess.
