Learning and writing.
I sat there and wrote the joy of my heart. The heavy heart flows with sweet feelings of love. I painted her face with loving words, near my heart.
By Shahzad Baluchabout a year ago in Poets
The pain and sorrow glide like a stream. Kiss me, and I will carry all your pain and sorrows. I can see the dark texture and dry face. It’s December, and winter is here.
The Warm Heart The warm heart in an enveloping arm Do you know that when you look at me, I forget the heavy heart. When you sit alone, I mean when you are within yourself,
By Shahzad Baluch2 years ago in Poets
I got in to my room and opened the window, as usual. But that day was unusual, the view has changed. A 16-year-old young girl, named Anne, has lightened the street with her innocent nature.
By Shahzad Baluch4 years ago in Families
