Wednesday, 18 April 2018

Random thoughts

In the dark corner of myself,
A faint tone beeps,
Some memories creep,
Sweetly plays harp in between my silent lips,
The cool evening breeze touches my skin to arouse bumps in my ribs.

1 comment:

  1. Memories move us, thru our 5 senses; igniting the body and the mind, enlightening the heart and the soul.