Grace-II
Grace found its
accommodation,
When love found its way.
Walls do not shatter, ever,
Once built, whatever you pay.
Grace colours them, with
passion,
Making them stand in hope’s
way.
Grace, you are the colour,
I coloured, with you my life’s
way,
The wall of my
incarceration.
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2 comments:
The way you connected your emotions to real life objects......amazing!
Thank you very much, Red. I am positively surprised to see you, after such a long time of hiatus. Good to see you again. I hope your life is going well.
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