Books cast a mystic spell over me that is hard to explain at times. For me buying a book, reading a book even holding a book in my hands drifts me away for few minutes and serves to be very relaxing.
Walking under the moonlight,
admiring the twinkling stars,
I stared in the sky for the longest,
Knowing somewhere my friends will be
Looking at them too.
N.Reflection
There is sadness in my heart,
And my my lips are sealed.
I tried to hide my tears,
In a quest to get healed.
My mind yet still reels back,
In a search of happy memories.
I then rolled my eyes,
And drifted away in sleep.
Hoping that my dreams will
still be alive and will lift me up,
in my sleep.
Have you ever listened to the sound
that echoes,
when the glass fell on the floor?
Have you ever listened to the sound
that travels,
when the tree fell in the forest?
I love you my friends,
with whole heart and great strength.
Sliding up and down
the bumpy slide,
Going around and around and
touching all the sides
