Listen,
Have you seen a place?
Where the butterflies dance
and the fireflies lightens,
the whole meadow path,
There trees talk,
Tell a story,
About a girl,
Who used to visit there,
A young girl holding a book,
Seemed lost in readings,
Sitting under the shade of a tree,
With her carefree attitude
and those dreamy eyes,
Listen,
If you will ever go there,
You will understand,
There butterflies, fireflies and those talking trees are waiting for that girl's arrival,
As she no more visit there,
...
Don't know why?
YOU ARE READING
Maya's Madness
PoetryYea, I am a romantic soul but to me, romance is not associated with any person, rather it's a feeling which surges into me after watching at the stars, moon, sun and the butterflies... My poetry is my way to express my emotions... Whether I feel sa...
