Loved and cared…
In the verge of morning..
Now grown ups,
Emptied coffee cups..
And still the hearts
Are learning..
The child like ways..
Of street food,
Cotton-candies..
So much to share,
Those times so rare..
More of togetherness
Yearning..
Feels so bright..
The chills diminishes
By a hug so tight..
Gone child like days,
But the girl like ways..
Seems innocent joys
Returning.
*sigh* on the poem.
ReplyDeleteon the style. I love the rhyme scheme. the last line of every stanza has a ring to it...makes it more poignant.
:) the 'ing' thing made it slightly difficult and time consuming to compose...it s giving an immature trait...just the way i wishd it to b.. :)
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