Tuesday, October 29, 2019

river

That river flows down the hill
From the rocks and pebbles
Babbling and swooshing.
When I step in it
Its cold water welcomes
Me by touching my foot 
And cooling it
Your sensation is different
You sound is overwhelming
I sit beside and
I listen to you
I feel refreshed and 
I feel loved too.

No comments:

Post a Comment

If I stand up and walk

So, what if I stand up and walk right now, What's stopping me? Am I a chained gladiator bound to fight and suffer, And be a means of amu...