#WorldPoetryDay

Years passed by
Time flew by

Memories wrapped up in the envelope
with dust resting over it like a tightened rope

Hands shivering eyes filled with tears
all scared and nervous to open it ,still in dark fears

Day passes by kissing the forehead of night
the envelope still sits on the table screaming out my name to stop the dilemma and the fight

Sunsets never seemed to be beautiful from the day we...