Ayodapoet Stories

She loft her heart to scavengers of the earth My pillars crumble,her ego stumble. Down the valley dwells The end My begining roared than the pride embedded in simba. Foot prints of silent moments,when eyes turns starring pictures Captured in happy reflexes. So many colours painted My heart but this one floatable colour stayed around~Ayo

Have you ever fell in love in your past life and feel the sensation in your present life?