I'm listening to colours, walking in clouds,
My undeniable connection,
Friendship formed from the scars,
Even the sky, changes it's colours and blushes in crimson hues,eachtime I tell the sunsets about you,
My friends think that my love for you, is like me indulging in the last bite, over and over,
You're the answer to a question that, I didn't know I was asking,
You're the medicine, I didn't know I needed, the light I never thought I'd see,
You're the calm, in the storm my heart was longing for,
I don't need anything from you, I just want everything with you,
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Author:
Job Welime (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
Nice capture,take care
'I'm listening to colours, walking in clouds,
My undeniable connection,
Friendship formed from the scars'
(beautifully worded, such a poignant portrayal
of bruised heart's joining, to ease
each others suffering)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
This is sweet Job
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