Interestingly I tend to catch up any word and start writing on it. Today morning, as I was sipping on tea sitting on my rocking chair (almost 100 years old) that I inherited from my grandma and her brother, I always feel the blessings and warmth passing through my skin when I spend some time…
Tag: empty
Void
Words don’t seem enough, To express what’s within. If I could kiss the waters, To feel the waves rush in. Beaten into submission, Through the soul and fiery mind. Tender chills flowing down, Tickling like the clock of time. Hear the sounds of rhythmic breathing, It’s a storm of mixed sounds. To fill in the…