Can you feel the air tonight?
Can you see the lit skies?
Do you perceive the rustling leaves
On the nearby bushes as the night breeze blows the wind on your face?
It was the whoosh from my drapery dress
The blow of the kiss carried by mild winds
The petal on your brow
My palm caressing your softness
And my tears rained as the thunder rumbled sending you into a saunter
yonder the blossomed tree.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PuisiA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
