Life Poems Poetry
Lost Paradise: A Blissful Past
Turning back the pages,the lost book of light,a torn picture of this place,dusted with time. Where the sparrows chirped,and cuckoo sang in the daylight,is now barren,and wrapped in the city lights. The smell of the soil, wherewalked freely in the garden,is now a desert,blazed and molten. Where the flowers blossomed,and Read more…