In a different world we are…
Away from everyone so far.
In nature’s womb we sleep under the moon,
Wrapped our love so warm in a cocoon.
With every smile a thread is spun of gold,
Stronger we feel in this relation to hold.
Sometimes harsh winds might break these threads,
But nature’s wings of kindness are spread.
Hiding us from the world’s cruelty, and tricks,
Together we are meant to be, this is God’s pick…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag