I fear,I fear that I might forget how great it feels to experience the most beautiful things in life.
Maybe this is why I chose to write….
From the deepest souls;
Arises the voices of laughter,
A grovel of peace with the promise of sleep.
The eternal slumber awaiting.
My soul wanders into the pages of white,
Suffrage to live a 100 more lives,
In a hundred more posts!
In a hundred more pages that would be hidden and treasured.
And when the time comes from the certain future;
Sundering to the law to leave behind the host,
Freely I would travel into the mist of clouds,
A smidgen of smile would then shine.
At last I would be in bed of clouds,
For the Eternal slumber…