Beyond the hills he lives The man of iron
One without a mask broad shoulders
Eyes, lotus like brown
Voice, vibrant and deep
He walks towards me with his umbrella
Lest I get wet in the rain
And my flowers wilter
I blush behind my hat, a crimson red
And hope for the rain to never stop
3 comments:
lotus brown... eyes...? hmmmmm... and this one is similar to the last poem. waiting... hmmmmmmm... lol.
but srsly, its nice! :)
wow u have a blog too?
jeez... u and nidhi and all ur other lil blooger frnds need to get lives.. lol
but nice poem tho! hahahaha
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