She told him with a sly smirk on her face.
Open your world to me,
I need to color the sky.
A river rumbles in my hair
I need your dream to let her flow.
Find me a basket of cotton
and we shall make snow.
Give me those torn clothes
that lay inside your soul,
we can make green fields with them.
I need your dream to let her flow.
Find me a basket of cotton
and we shall make snow.
Give me those torn clothes
that lay inside your soul,
we can make green fields with them.
Open your world to me,
I need to color the sky.
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All I have is Grey within.
Would that do ?
A monochrome sky would consume me ,the birds besides.
Grey would be just fine.
The sky would wear it.
Devour yourself,and you'll find
what world really see
when they see you.
Nice..:) I see a total shift in your poetry..it looks positive. I like it!
i dont have as good words as above but everytime i read ur poems it just captures the whole mind...
wowwwww, awesome poem!
@ Riju: There have been phases :) I'm changing and so is the world around.And I would like to tell u it's getting more exciting by the day!
@Mishthy : Thank you :)
And keep on reading,I'm learning to master something which you've taught me long back.
@Dulce : Thank you :)
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