Half asleep millions of thoughts scatter in the mind hallucinations annoy dreams seem to diminish eyes shut heart dreams for the way to an endless journey searching for a ray of hope in alfresco below which zillions of trees as that of Savannah and the pleasing woodnote pretend to be a light in the dark… Continue reading A Cry For Hope.
Category: poetry
Paradise.
Every time I meet you, It feels like a happy ride. Seems more like a paradise Than a rendezvous. ❤