RelationsA Poem by PennyI wrote this poem today only.
The warmth of a mother's lap,
Drinking memoties, the juicy sap. These start and stop our heart's vibrations, That is why, we call them relations. Bunking classes with your friends, Or crying when the college ends. We miss these friendly radiations, Dwell in our minds, such relations. And the ones of we dream oft, Love of our lives and kisses soft. Voyager of endless imaginations, Makes us these, naughty relations. Sitting with your pet on the floor, And playing with him when you get bored. To our unheard pains, these our destinations, Silent and selfless relations The broken ones too form a part, Ugly shadows, on our hearts they cast. Are precursor of sad creations, Even the worthless broken relations. © 2014 PennyAuthor's Note
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