this eve is such a disgrace
reminds me of you and all that I praise.
now I make a sullen face
an image of you forms in the sky
the sky that I love
with clouds, birds and colours.
love it more with the butterflies of your memories
that never seem to leave
always playful, playing with me
now my hand is sore
all the poems I wrote
seem to betray me
and I wait helplessly
for showers of mercy
for a hand out of the blues
hands much like yours
to lead me to love
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Longing In Silence
PoetryWords come to my mind often and I try to give them life. So these are some of my poetries, each one inspired by my daily life incidents and happenings. Read. Vote if you like. Comment what you felt. Just a beginner there, need your help. Winner of...
