Photo Courtesy - Google
He carried the spirit
She made her magic
He broadened his rays
She twisted into shapes
He tinted her whites
She squashed like wool
He beamed with enjoyment
She painted his reflection
He brought the shades
Covered her in darkness
Her tears dropped
Rage turned to lightning
Thunder became her scream
Twilight twinkled
He sent her colours
Hope made her still
Love gives her harmony
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The Garden Within
In this busy little garden, everything struggles to grow. Every plant wants its own space, yet the roots have nowhere to go. They cluster ...
-
I could not give up. There was no going back. After years of suffering— silent battles of the mind, pain resting heavily on my shoulders, ...
-
In the world of fuss, nothing lasts. In the world of dreams, happiness is pursued. In the world of myths, facts are created. In the world of...
-
Like the bumblebee that never stops, yet pauses gently between its flight, it carries pollen from flower to flower, helping nature bloom in ...

No comments:
Post a Comment