Poet.
There is no hope There is no options left There is a certain day of death Why doesn't sleep come all night? At first I used to laugh on my heart
By Md Feroz5 years ago in Poets
I wish this was not the case I wish these distances did not bother me like this I wish this love was not incomplete I wish there was praise instead of complaint in words
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.
