The flowers of atmosphere
Whether it be of winter
Or the flowers while saunter
The colours of clouds
Whether it be of monsoon
Or the winds at seashore
The roads where we start is
Always our next destination
We do sleep in night and find
The another world !
Where we stop to think is
Always our next imagination
Fingers in the air and lips in water
Breath in silence and patience is harder
Smile is closer and love cuddles you
Running ahead of your heart beats
Is always suspense what it will be tomorrow morning ?
Voice in ears and tunes in heart
Rhymes in veins and the place of peart
What it is ? A question to tears
Looking to each other when a word we hear
Holding smiles of others on our face
Who will take the tears away is the race ..
Telling hell go away ...
Cuz heaven asking to make home here
Reasons are nothing i just got my dears ..
Smile on every lips whenever reminding it ..
Holding yourself in the past for long while
And laugh alone for the moments
Is what we called " journey" with no laments ..
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Peart blood
PoetryYears of loving can't measure how deep you love its your heart can express how you make them feel and embrace ! This time don't be just valentine , be the voice of their words .
