• srisaptoawaits22 22w

    That corner in your heart...

    The fuming bloodstream...
    Stops fuming when your fingers...
    Your fingers walk inside my fist...
    The fist gets loosened...
    The butterflies fly in the garden of my heart...
    Spring breaks...snows fall... sun shines... leaves dry...
    Grown up heart seeks just for a corner in your heart like a nascent infant!
    When I seek for a corner... when I enter ...
    It seems that a corner seems the world to me!
    The corner where no one will enter...the corner where I create muse... where muse creates poetry...where poetry creates dreams...dreams to truth...truth forever!
    When you pull me towards your heart...
    I see the corner is no more mine !
    While I see it seems the universe to me!
    ┬ępagla..(with)