Old memories reeking in abandoned corner of her heart.
Hopes swam across her eyes to find the shore of success that is away from her sight.
Light dances on her face and she shines.
The rumbling blues (water)resembles her independence.
She always says she's a mere broken piece of art.
In her eyes divinity shone and in them he was lost.
He mended broken pieces of her soul filling her crevices with his love of gold.
She was then a gold repair.
Her shining smile was enough to light up his burnt out galaxies.
His mind lay in peace at deep corner of her abandoned parts trying to draw stars their.
While the reeking scents of her past poured despair and he kissed them all.
He watched her blues (independence),she roared; he let her give him shivers down his spine and the world got deafen by their loud love.
Maybe she was his idea of miracle,
his idea of beauty,
his idea of heaven,
his idea of fairy,
his idea of true love.
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Drowning on Land
PoetryThe "Drowning on Land" is a collection of poems and quotes expressing little, but vital details we all learn while stepping in for various responsibilities. Its great in expanding the ideal beauty and vivid image of suffering, joy, yearning, courage...
