The Journey
Play the violin
make a cup of coffee
sing a song that makes me fly
pour some magic
and dream about love, paint the sky,
make a rainbow and laugh more
let the lightning occur
cry if you need,let it rain;
somewhere in the heaven or Earth
someone is thinking of you
waiting for the promises to happen
like a free soul without restrictions
no boundaries; I can even go
to the end of the world
not to lose my original version
when no one around,
the moon is listening
the sky is sleeping all day
and here I am writing poems to heal\\
~the journey
Copyright © Sathiya Shree | Year Posted 2021
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