Whispers of devotion
On the old woody chair I sat for days Waiting for your coming The once written letters, my comfort Though the ink fades, I still cherish what it once represented Days turnedβ¦
On the old woody chair I sat for days Waiting for your coming The once written letters, my comfort Though the ink fades, I still cherish what it once represented Days turnedβ¦
It's weekend... Many people look forward to this because.. They get to unwind and just relax.. The day is mostly spentβ¦
The road lead to so many doors of opportunity.. Not once shall I stop halfway.. Haven't come this far just to back down.. I'll keepβ¦
My heavy heart leaned on a cracked wall A support so weak to hold itself Everything that once held me up Has despised it's own master It feels as if the road has found it'sβ¦
In Lines after lines Precept upon precept Do my inspiration flows Like the ocean they never get filled Going round and round yet never full Sounds upon sounds Rhymes afterβ¦
The streets are desolate The night has lost her voice The bats had found a resting place Silence has intrude the once cloudy night The thoughts of a sad man wandered in darkβ¦
Selfless.. That is the quality of a good mother.. They sacrifice a lot.. Time, resources and energy just to put a smile on their littleβ¦
It's been 10 years but the memories still lingers The scents from the old papers wrapped with ribbons With ten thousands promises of forever love Reading those letters nowβ¦
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