I saw, came but couldn't conquer,
Felt it's warmth, was about to surrender.
Tried to reach it's light, I kneeled,
But heaven forbid! It is sealed.
Such a beauty, I named,
Mysteries yet, it's up to me.
The Misty fog, clumped up high,
Formed the wishful horizon, see.
Shaded with the rising sun rays,
And kissing with care in my eyes.
Those memories shall last always,
Indeed, I dare not to loose.
From where I sat, smiled at her,
Wishing that, like she I am free.
Free from sharp words, pointed blames,
And fiery eyes with burning flames.
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Secret Spells
PoetryRanked-#17 - simple \\ 25-7-2018 Ranked-#15 - poem collection \\ 25-7-2018 Ranked-#475 - Passion This book is all about the positive vibes which surrounds us. Each of this little sequence explains a specific value of life.
