i like to walk alone
by the busy streets of the city
to dissolve in the untold stories
at times a cool breeze
feels my senses
i close my eyes n
i look above
i see the picture of the moon
encompassed by the reflections of darkness
feeling love and fighting the abaddon.
I like to walk alone through the woods..
ReplyDeleteListening the careless whispers of the bugs..
Rustling sound of leaves..
Narrating d pain of someone like me..
A stranger yet appear like me
full of pain,agony n disappointments..
But living life in truest way..
N i walk alone through the woods..
Preserving everything that comes my way..
Happy cheerful and a better ME..