Sometimes words fall short
to articulate the feelings of the heart
that runs like the steady beat
of the love I feel for you
Sometimes…
perhaps…
someday…
we will remember…
our forgotten maybes.
Question to fellow bloggers/readers/friends- What are some of the “maybes” that you would like to do? Travel to a new place? Read that book you always wanted? Find yourself? Would love to know.
You are the strongest winds in the storm,
You are brightest rays of the dawn…
You are free falling to the ground,
You are flying high beyond the cloud,
You are the quietest and the loudest sound…
You are war and you are peace,
You are here and you are out of reach,
You are the strongest winds in the storm,
You are the brightest rays of the dawn.
poem copyright neha 2015