It's all about time, isn't it?
A mould of clay or a child of man?
Eyes and their Tears
Today, let's bid our final goodbye?
Hello people! I am back with another poem. Hope you enjoy reading it. Coming back home, I roam and browse through your library every night,Each story,each poem you'd ever written has never left my sight,For choosing writing over family, neither I blame you nor I am sad,But reading your words do give me glimpses of… Continue reading Words
A walk by the fields
"She had forgiven him, by asking him to walk with her by the fields".