On a cold winter night, an old man sat under a park tree. All alone, he rested with misery. Then by the passing of a few moments, a strange being approached and sat down next to him in company.
By Naseeb4 years ago in Poets
Cold and tired, I stand here frozen, looking deep into the eyes of this woman. Eyes, I have only met seconds but feel I've always known.
To express is to feel and to feel is to express, those are the words my mother stressed. The ability to feel is more powerful than the ability to see, she said.