Beeps In The Mind

Sometimes I can feel how happiness grows, From the heart to the eyes, And how it blossoms as smiles, Giving out even more happiness. 

I like poetic tales. Do you like too? Here’s a story I tried scribbling. Hope you would like it. :) The cold morning breeze, And the quiver in my voice, Wanted you to lend a warm cuddle. Before you could offer one, I was but dragged away, By the blind folding fog, From all those trails, That leaded to you. Later, when the breeze, Whispered your name in my ears, I was standing alone, With a fear hitherto unknown. Soon I started listening, To each of the voices, Of those natural powers, That revealed the short cuts to your smile. And... All smiles! Credits: Chris Sardegna