Connecting my poems
with your soul was my promise.
Now you set me free.
Give me a pain to
love you, to come back in dusk,
when it is raining.
The cuts and the bleeds
will have a common breach.
We search our faces.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2021 03:21
- Category: Nature
- Views: 7
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Offline)
Comments1
I only wish I had the ears
to glean even half of your wisdom...
thank you, for choosing to share:
Guru!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.