The house of love

in poetry •  7 years ago 

I don't wish to fly high
I have learned sky is fallacy
No more I desire to dive deep into sea
Standing at seashore, I love watching tide

I have been a traveller all my life
The adventrous me has explored the whole world
In my journey I laughed, I cried
But nobody heard me as I was all alone
I want a shoulder to rest my head
My love will you come and hold my hands

The dream house I made with bricks and concrete
The turmoil of time destroyed it eventually
Now I wish to make a house of love
The roof of which will be made of trust

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