In the cool shade of the lost moors,
Butterflies follow your bohemian soul,
with your eyes watching the sky unfold,
in the soft kisses of the sun.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels
Her mind scattered
in abstract sadness
not quite here or there
a dull ache standing like a heavy weight
that refused to leave the heart.
poetry and image copyirght neha 2020
Some days, she looked for sunshine
to fall on her grey heart
and some days, her heart shined
than the sun.
poetry copyright neha 2020 / free image from pexels credit goes to original artist