Ripples of Romance
#WritcoPoemPrompt98
© Kapsata
Our bond was birthed
in the belly of summer blue skies,
Like a sapling in a flower pot,
So young and tender, it thrived,
Even under the scorching Sun.
At the ranting of cruel Seasons,
Your hand never skipped bathing it with Water.
I manured and...
© Kapsata
Our bond was birthed
in the belly of summer blue skies,
Like a sapling in a flower pot,
So young and tender, it thrived,
Even under the scorching Sun.
At the ranting of cruel Seasons,
Your hand never skipped bathing it with Water.
I manured and...