These days
I can feel your presence,
as often as I breathe
Sound of the heaven.
Am I too overwhelmed?
Or am I starting to believe
I began to look around
I felt the quintessence.
These days I tumble a little too much,
But I never fell.
Is that your hand that grabbed mine?
I felt so strong, I came outta the shell.
Is that your grace
that has no voice?
But it's still heard,
Is that your grace
that I feel these days?
A feeling of longing
A caring touch.
Stars that I see at night
Wake up with them too,
A feeling that I can't describe
So wistful
To be true.
With a blue smile
I begin each day,
With the only Hope
It's called your "Grace".
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
RandomI like to write poems as well and sometimes songs too. Sometimes just my feelings (gibberish). ❤✌🏻
