Poetry is the rhythm of her soul
flows through her veins
dances in her mind
swirls throughout her days
She stands strong on the ground
never thinks of falling
She speaks stories of solitude
with her shining dark eyes
She meets life at the edge of wonders
Unravelling yet to ponder
She looks upon to the stars
forgetting darkness behind it
She seeks solace in rapt of silence
Poetry becomes her
bluebird days in Moonstruck
(April 2017-April 2018) : Me, Solitude, Coffees, Sunset, Rain, Books scattered in the living space, Solace Grace in Poetry ...nothing changed much except I have lost my last faith in love .....
"Lost among a million changing faces
Every day our eyes keep trading places
We've got our wild love raging, raging"
..... Love the life I have ....Home is there where love is ....
Listening to : Frank Sinatra "Fly Me To The Moon"