The morning mist clung to the earth, a veil of whispers wrapping around my footsteps. Each…
“Fear of the unknown” -The kind that has in me grown,After all the things that were on loan,Have become my own.
To type and to write,To me have been like a best friend’s delight.Just like are day and night,To the twilight.
Colors of rainbow,Come in a row.
I don’t know,How do they like that flow?
It’s okay to be alone,when you feel that the crowds with you are using you.It’s okay to take things slow,when you feel that the speed…