No word was enough
to describe you,
so the heart let the fingers speak.
as it caressed your soul.

poetry and image copyright neha 2019
No word was enough
to describe you,
so the heart let the fingers speak.
as it caressed your soul.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Dear Heart of Daydreamers,
what do you dream on a Sunday afternoon,
laying under the low hanging moon
already peeking behind the clouds
What do you dream?
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Let your bare feet
touch the silent waves
that caresses the sand beneath you
Let your heart fall madly, deeply,
in love with the open skies,
let your mind be free of worries,
let it gently fly,
with the wind
kissing your face,
with love.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019