poem

Heaven

 

Heaven, where the streets are made of gold,
Heaven, where you never age or grow old,
Heaven, where life's secrets unfold,
Heaven, where the secrets are told,

Heaven, where flowers grow wild,
Heaven, once again your a child,
Heaven, the weathers always warm and mild,
Heaven, where wings lay open in piles,

Heaven, where we are free,
Heaven, cant you see?
Heaven, its for you and for me,
Heaven, when we are free.

     


 I'm A Lonely Road Of 

 

 

 Broken dreams - Its  The moon that I'm searching for 

 

Happiness is a crowd-around me at all times , its a friend that i'm searching for 

 

My life is just like path, its a destination that I'm searching for 

  

What is it? That I've lost, may be its 'me' that I'm searching for