Poem #11 ✮

11.📓

With a brush of a hand

When the perfect two stand 

The world just gets quiet

Hums peaks in silent 

Peacefully,

Love birds in the night

Where intertwined hearts 

Sway under the pale moonlight 

Not to interfere 

But I, my own heart got ignite

Shed tears in a plain sight

The sense of fright got in me

As something may be not right 

It is the pour of words

From the notebook, that's been spoken

What a perfect remedy

Led them to the road of destiny

That made each other meant to be