Pleasant touch
Entering minds
Tends to leave
Ample delight
Love and passion
Shows joy past sorrow
A voice from deep
Nevertheless asks
Dismay approaching
Thorns form in mind
Heartbeats falter
One moment later
Rises the hatred
Now we only see
Sorrow even in joy
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.