A TAILOR Like a tailor was she, Sewed my bleeding pain. Placed her hands deep inside, Hands,like grey feathers so light. Picked all the spines placed, How peacefully everything she traced. Potion she poured on the wounds, Drop by drop,layer by layer, overwhelmed by her love and care, I forgot all my fear,she was with me there. Like a glass of water she was, For a boy sitting beside a pond, Dying for peace,a drop atleast. In the glass i saw a ray of hope, You still fear she asked? I said nope. (page- 1) #friends (page-1)
