Poems

𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐'𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉-𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅

Unknown faces,Searching eyes,Strangers butThey are nice.Hiding laughter,Passing smiles,We all go together,And measure miles.Some stand in

I see people sleepless …. Profound of haunting devouring you some getting for happiness sundry

Little kids like daffodils,Were very content and giggling ,After sometimes they lost their grins,Because they

Inexplicable but mystical,The ways of hearts are illogical,It‘s intentions, so unpredictable,Yet, all it does is

Leisurely we walk on the shores Hand in hand clutched silent promises With us shone

We all want to believe in a World of PeaceSilents prowl between gutted buildings from

With the cuddles of love, you, the restless heart Perspires spring fevers in your gorgeously