You're moist even though water isn't present.
You soak in it but still you keep breathing.
Almost drown and tired.
Still continues to move to live.
.
Jr.
.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Poetry of Dreams
To Our Beloved
You came so little, Yet you became a big part of us. With your every little steps, You brought us the largest footprints to our hearts. Yo...
No comments:
Post a Comment