Saturday, October 3, 2015

PROMISES, I MADE



A journey of life
Equipped with fragrances of euphoria
Blockaded my pangs of grief.
A mélange
Merging, melting into my being.
I lived the moments
Woven like a priceless rug
Meshed with sprinklings of my mind
The collage of my being.
I introspect and decide
No more cries of anguish
No more would- have -beens
My fleet of endurances
I shall crown on my head
 A  promise to my youthful heart
That whatever comes my way

Spring shall be the queen of my heart.