As thy hands touched mine
for the very first time,
thy whole body was partially shaded out.
As our worlds traversed in the
absolute stillness of blackness,
our doom was gonna be told.
As we leisurely unfurled up to each other,
like the initial blossoms in spring,
Various shades came to our living,
and the colourful thoughts began.
As we reconnoitered many
paths together,
weathering the storms of life.
Our understanding of each
other deepened,
our love for each other ascended.
As we are walking together now,
love keep pinioning our hands.
Life is evading its colour,
and the path is entering
its eventual bend.
-simranjolly_
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Rose
PoetryThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...
