The grey clover

“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks”- Plutarch

There will be one post per week till the end of the year. I hope you like this one, thanks for reading

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles…

Here’s for the fifth year. I wrote this earlier this year. I hope you liked the five poems for each year.

Here’s to the fourth year. This was just last year and sadly i wrote less than five poems

This is from the third year. Sometimes it comes easy, sometimes it doesnt.

This is from my second year of writing.

Here is one of the poems i wrote in my first year

A few years ago, i picked up a notebook and wrote a poem in it. I decided after that i would only write my own poems in it. A few weeks ago, i picked the same note to read my first poem and when i saw the date, I was really surprised to see that it was dated 5 years ago. So this week i would be posting one poem i have written from each year, that makes it 5 poems for the 5 years. I hope you enjoy.