A beautiful soul was walking
Or may be flying
Souls do not walk I hear
There was nowhere to go either
No high no low
All was it
And it was all
It lived for years
But there was no reference
To measure time
It was time itself
It was love and peace
It was everything and nothing
And then one day
It met with a desire
And it broke into pieces.
Such a sad poem, Shreyans. Sounds like all hope is lost after you’ve done your best and it didn’t pay off. Sometimes things are just not meant to be. Always amazed at how you express such heartfelt emotions through your words. Keep writing.
Thank you mabel. Your words always boost my confidence. Take care.
That strike a chord. A desire met and the soul shatters. Wow .
thank you so much