Tender are the dreams,
In the eyes of one,
Who just start to see,
The flair of sun.
Soft are the palpitation
Of the heart beat of one
Who just started to feel
The meaning of freedom.
Blissful are the tears,
Of the touch of life,
Who just have realized,
The worth of smile,
Simple are the urges,
In the heart of some,
Who just have survived,
The gloom of season.
And pure is the love,
In the glance of eyes,
Who just have built,
The castle of desires.
No comments:
Post a Comment