March 28, 2015 by forgottenmeadows 6 Comments Glimmer of hope The faint hue of red splatters over the sky, as the sun says its silent goodbye, and keeps its promise to meet the night, somewhere between the serene twilight, and I catch this glimmer of hope, in your eyes copyright neha 2015 Advertisement
March 28, 2015 by forgottenmeadows 4 Comments Blue Skies You flew without sound with the wisp of the cloud in the crisp morning air against the blue skies forgetting all the whys of yesterday. poem copyright neha 2015 and free google image