An Ode To My Departed Love The chords I played on my guitar,were like handcuffs of love made of sweet-smelling Jasmine,with which we chained our wrists together,and bound our heart and soul to become one. We have known each other,for...
Category: Sorrow
Love, Poem, Sorrow
I Go Picking Seashells
I Go Picking Seashells I look at the deep blue sea,stretching endlessly before me,as I sit on the sands, alone, very alone,pondering over the vicissitudes of life. It has just been a day,since I had buried my soul mate,of forty-five...
