All the perhaps and maybes
linger in the distant land of tomorrow,
where one day,
on a sunlit morning,
we will let them go.
All the perhaps and maybes
linger in the distant land of tomorrow,
where one day,
on a sunlit morning,
we will let them go.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
September 18, 2016 at 10:24 pm
Beautiful!
September 19, 2016 at 6:42 pm
Thank you Kunal 🙂
September 18, 2016 at 11:07 pm
loved this.
September 19, 2016 at 6:43 pm
Thank you so much 🙂
September 19, 2016 at 12:50 am
Lovely imagery of word and photo.
September 19, 2016 at 6:43 pm
Thank you so much Brad 🙂
September 19, 2016 at 7:20 pm
🙂
September 19, 2016 at 3:35 am
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the great Neha.
September 19, 2016 at 6:44 pm
Thank you again for the reblog John 🙂
September 19, 2016 at 6:46 pm
You are very graciously welcome, Neha.
September 19, 2016 at 3:11 pm
Truly extraordinary poem. 🌹
September 19, 2016 at 6:45 pm
Thank you so much Dorna 🙂
September 22, 2016 at 2:33 am
A Thoughtful one…..
September 22, 2016 at 7:32 am
Thank you so much