Tears flowed from a pleading soul.
Category: Micropoetry
The Warmth of Your Hands
I still remember the warmth of your gentle hands as they intertwined with mine.
The Sun Will Rise
Although the sky may Be bleak and gray shades today, Worry not, for this Darkness shall soon fade away The sun will rise once again
Phantom
The memories I hold of you linger in my head like a phantom, forever haunting my dreams and stealing restless sleep.
Anew
New year finally Begins, troubled souls reborn, Chance to start anew
