dreamers talk less
and see more
they become the tides
and caress the shores
they drool in the sky
like shooting stars began to pour
strings of melody
played on a chore
a broom paints on earth
like it opens another door..
::::in process
and see more
they become the tides
and caress the shores
they drool in the sky
like shooting stars began to pour
strings of melody
played on a chore
a broom paints on earth
like it opens another door..
::::in process
very nice lines...excellent in fact. :)
ReplyDeletethank you, i try..but i'm a beginner and the best part is 'i know this'.
ReplyDelete