There is always ‘love’ on its way for you to heal..
Healing There you were… A sparkle of an angel Little toes, midget steps Backwards the stairways Of medieval strokes or trivial talks At the back of your mind You have been trying to find The reason why, that little angel hide There you go… Finding a strand of memory in the sand As the memories tiptoed in the corners of your mind Blurry in the labyrinth of wreckage Symmetrical to disoriented sensation Ecstatic mantra of per second episodes Angular momentum without seclusion All in your head… you... Sign in to see full entry.