Silver was the spark,
Brown was the bark,
When we met first,
Inside the city park.
Years go by,
Time seems to fly,
World moves on,
But memories remain,
Remembering the memories we meet again!
Deboprita.
What you all guys are thinking??That this words you read earlier??
Then you are correct! It is the mixture of two of my friend's poem! Sorry to both of them if I hurt them
YOU ARE READING
Butterflies Of Thoughts.
PoetryThoughts nd butterflies both seem the same! Both of them fly where ever they want to go.The difference is that the butterflies are restricted inside the earth But the thoughts are free to move anywhere in the endless universe...
