Categories: Angel Anger Baby Christian Friendship Funny Happy Inspirational Loss Love Marriage Memory Nature Other Passion Peace Quotes Sad Thought Provoking

Blue Grace

Darkness always weighs heavy.
And light was weightless.
You were visible to me.

I was not sure, which
god went numerical.
I was carrying my scars.

It offers no solace
if I become you, and
start hunting the filters.

Let the moon rise in-
its imperial robe, in
praise of setting sun.
Satish written by

Report This Poem

New Poems

Latest Activity