at timesat nightI lie awakelooking at the ceiling carefully listeningto the sounds of thepassing cars on some nightsI’d find youlurking in to my lifeand all the effortsI made to forget go to waste-Efforts In my handwriting
The nights That are dark Are also Full of secrets And pain The nights That are silent Have witnessed Cries and tears And pain The nights Aren't as silent As you think They are They are Full of secrets And happiness and pain.
I am all of them.I am a poet,lover,writer,visionary,photographer,painter,over thinker,silent seeker.I am so many things yet I'm one. Source - Photo from facebook.
Chilly winter nights Wind blowing fiercely in every direction A beggar shivers with cold. Fb Page 🙂