I was looking so far
that I am unable to reach it.
He never talks.
He never gazes.
Even if I stare.
He comes from the hills
and goes down the deep end.
He never tried to run away.
All he does stays.
Giving me a bright day,
favouring me with flowers.
Even if I hate him
he never betrayed me.
He comes and goes
To wake me up
and goes down
when I fall asleep.
Let his friend,
protect me from the darkness
and sprinkled blissful moments,
of his life through the dark portrait.
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MY THOUGHTS WERE POEM.
PoetryMY THOUGHTS WERE POEM is my third book. This book collects my 20 favourite poems. Hope you would like this.
