Thread along the roads That never fail to hold. Some point in time. History came to find Me, in forms I feared In heartaches and pain. What is there to…
Tag: Poem
A soft touch like feather. Like snowflakes in winter. On the palms of your hand. So soft. A touch. A gesture. Like no other. It was so cold. …
there’s a secret garden, Somewhere in the depth Of concrete and rubbles. And everyday I’d run to it. Find that beautiful flower, That’d put me to sleep. And in the…
Maybe the lines Dropped slowly. And words leave Forming gaps only. There were Raw cuts. And rough edges Spikes and a fire. Burnt out