Wobbly Flashes

Trees in the air

Fluttering haunts shall end soon,
The doors of windows will cease to roar.
The heart craving now,
Will leave its yearning for sure.
Life maybe seeming wobbly in this moment,
But the day will come for its genuine glory.
Pairs of eyes are dried up of tears,
And fears are gradually losing their hold on this avid soul.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.