She was dark like the night sky
Her brain like a mist
But she was caring a light
Life was like a travelled road Without a map and instructions But there always a stranger on
Like a tourist in unknown land Looking for a sign of direction Find the courage to explore it
YOU ARE READING
The touch of a soul
PoetryJust A poetry book Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow. -A.P.J Abdul Kalam
