satishverma
Unknowingly
Category: /General/
(494 views)
0
You forget to give me the warning. 
After the kiss of
smoky clouds, I was
waiting for the moonrise.
And the rain would
drench me as you did it to me.
I will give more and get less
telling nothing.
It was only a thought,
once now a phrase, that
you are afraid to accept.
In summer, somewhere nightingale
waits for the call.
In a slice of moment, I stumble
then crash.
You become the song of the day.
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.