Hold My Words

Could you hold my words, while I prepare to talk?

The thoughts are just on their way, they are coming less, but meant to talk.

The words and thoughts are crazy about to imagine,

How they will dream to stay in the bit which stays forever.

It’s different, when people read the words and they have their freedom to leave.

Everyone cannot explain the question until it becomes a memory or dream.

As long as it lasts, the words will fall on the paper, poetry will affect the people.

Only in the moonlight once you fall, blues sounds a lot to people.

Morning was happy, afternoon read the lines,

Evening saw something went wrong and

Spotted night appeared for the twinkling show of the stars.