Wasima Raida Islam
Romance Fantasy Inspirational
Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in between
How can we be wrong
Sail the way with me
To another world
We rely on each other
From one lover to another
Regret Your D...
Maybe
Gray
I Wish
Maybe this is...
Innocence
Lies
13
Tragedy Is Be...
Crocodile tea...
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Like a glue to my broken soul.... Like a glue to my broken soul....
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
I muse on your gait ... I muse on your gait ...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
When they cuddle each other... When they cuddle each other...
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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