Poetry 23
If my love for you was just colors, I would run out of shades. If my love for you was just melodies, I would run out of tunes. It is an endless epic which, Runs with colors of your smiles. It gives me the energy to, Just to walk holding…
If my love for you was just colors, I would run out of shades. If my love for you was just melodies, I would run out of tunes. It is an endless epic which, Runs with colors of your smiles. It gives me the energy to, Just to walk holding…
When you draped yellow, It was more vibrant than the shining sun. When you draped grey, Appeared the cloud of showers walking. When you draped blue, Seemed like you wrapped the sea and sky on your chest. When you draped black, You concealed sensuality leaving it to be explored. When…