Evening walks
I just thought poetry is a better pill to forget ‘birthing’ pains my period is causing. Ouch. The image is not mine. I just googled it. (Yeah, google is a verb now.) So this one goes to my bestfriend who made every possible thing to be romantic. *Winks*
We love to walk on evenings
When shadows fall on trees
When flowers go a prayin’
By bending on their knees.
When skies lit up we see
Our future fast unfold
And love is home to you and me
At the end of every road.
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