Her Thursday Sunlight
Her eyes twinkled by the sunrays,
Her hair dancing with the airways,
Refreshing sound of morning breeze
Became the sweet music to her ears
She comfortably hugs her knees,
And intertwines with her taste of sky masterpiece
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Her Days Of The Week
PoetryTo all my co-poetophile, Hi. These are my everyday-life free verse and well-cooked poems definitely serve to all. Where I let my heart speak freely & my mind's complexity creates art aesthetically. If you can relate with my metaphors then superb, sa...
