POETRY | Faded Memory by John Prabakaran Solomon

More In the morning where you lay between the sheets, Your soft touch lingers on my skin. Mesmerized by your captivating eyes, How can I deny the wonders they hold.   With you around, Everything else is background. Your smile. Your touch. Just like a symphony at play.   The entire world could turn into … Continue reading POETRY | Faded Memory by John Prabakaran Solomon