may be she wanted the rain, may be she wanted the flowers, may be she wanted the simple things.
Tulips Bloom as their Love Deepens.
every morning the sun wakes up to admire his flower and as the dusk arrives he slowly blushes as she sleeps
Smell of Roses still exudes from the Letters of Love they exchanged.
May be today she doesn’t have the words to express but surely has a heart to feel and the courage to remain alongside him forever.
over time she realized it belonged to her,“happiness”
the heap of dry leaves, the warm breeze, she’s walking in the streets, with a sore heart indeed, it was the other day, when the sun’s first ray, never felt so harsh, it’s the story of the loss, the grief, the pain, but the sun, the rain, will give her rainbows, when the flower ofContinue reading ““Flower of Hope” a poem”
she paints her beautiful Future with the paint brush of Present Present makes future.
the sand, the sound of ocean is still with me in the form of seashells
her outer self is the art created by her inner self