Love
The song of love,
is a sweet syndrome.
The song of love
is a way back home.
A music obscured,
Is the colour red.
Or is it dark?
As sweet as choclate.
So we wander,
Along the Riverside.
Or creating symphony,
As we glide.
A million harmonies,
The life creates.
As we walk through,
We start to renunciate.
Copyright © Shahid S. | Year Posted 2017
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