it is just a try .i like writing poems.this love comes to my heart few months ago.when i found some of my friends praised what i have written,i started then to care much and read the poems of the 16th-19th century generation.i try now to improve my knowledge about poetry by reading some books that may help me to correct mistakes and nourish my language.thanks for reading my profile. |
Hey there
Come here...
For whom that chair
for whom that heart...
I've seen her hands there
against the wall...
Hands in hands ...
we walk our way...
When can i meet you
when can i touch you...
If you care not of fame ,one day you may have it creeping to you . |
Leave the rest of your life for God 'sake ...you may have something beautiful later ! |
One can not live alone... |