You are made of wonders
Given by the nature itself
You veins are of neon light
Never ending banes of shimer
Your hair is woven by angels
With threads from a spiders web
Angel cried in your eyes
The night you were born
And heaven let the sun
Kiss you with its glow
YOU ARE READING
Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
