I miss you when the cool breeze ruffles my hair, turning them into just the way you like 'beauty in chaos.",
I miss you as I gaze upon the moon's enchantingly alluring beauty.
Sometimes I ponder over the thought, If we're sharing the same moon and if perhaps you're on the other side, missing me just as much as I do.
How beautiful life could be if you were here with me to experience every little joyous moment that comes my way?
YOU ARE READING
ROAMING SPIRIT
Poetry"My face, your canvas, So, colour it with your lips." "𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳" This is my first book "Roaming spirit " This book is about myself and my thoughts o...
