You exist in my mornings
In my noons, evenings and nights
In my talks, thoughts and dreams
I feel you in my senses, when I breathe
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poetry makes it own exodus way.. feel you in the dew drops and in the freshness of the greenery And in the purity of the colours n smell of flowers In the sheer laughter and pristine prayers of a kid
This is a very nice, very sweet, poem. I enjoyed it. Larry
a good poem on devotional love...good rhythm and rhyming...i liked...ten for you Sneha...
What a wonderful tribute to your love. floating in the morning breeze mingling with the purity of green playing his harp with the chirping birds he will come to you with garlands of flowers. Thank you Sneha sharing this lovely poem.