"Poetry" My hymn.

Blue vibe, sway to the, Absence of your aura, Fused in dreams, Slay intuitions , timid and tenebrous, On a yersteneve, Water and wine, Your sight apart, Dark moon and light stars, Light me up, Towards your grandeur, Smell of wind, A blue zephyr, Lost in my peripheral nerves, Closer a little more, More and a little close r, So that, Smell and colour, Gets blind with you, How can I , Narrate dreams in reality, Ink and paper, A poetry.

 "As we grow we change, as we change we get matured, as we get matured our ambience turns beautiful, as our ambience turns beautiful, we start invading self" The way you precept things gradually changes with time, every time you find sorrows or happiness you are getting back good and well with changes, start to know the truths of the world rather than the lies you have miss leaden to, cry loud at the age of 16 and realize crying was the age of immaturity, heal at the age of 26 realize healing was growth, immaturity and growth is one that gradually transfers you to your era of self love.