#WritcoPoemPrompt34

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,
Chasing of the air breeze with fall on you,
In the darkest mind even I survive,
Remind the promises we create,
I can look you in the glowing moon,
With her soul hurdle relaise on your side,
You are living still with darkest mind,
But I can close to you,
But I can choose to you,
But I can feel to you,
But I can heal to you.


© Khalid Saifi