Desk

A collection of tiny musings, poetry, and wanderings. Β· 61

Whenever I am looking into my brown eyes,
I can see the magic.
Its says believe in yourself.

After long, tiring hours,
I want to drink you,
and the tea, slowly

When you started to look deep inside you, you will find the sparks of magic.

Sometimes we are in a war that doesn’t even exist.

May be peace is the higher version of happiness.