"My City..."

"....It was the time of winter dusk,
The fog spread like musk.
The bluish hills and the white foggy layer,
The skies that grey and orange share...."

Hey reader,
This is the poet. These are some of my really close poems. I have never shared these with anyone but now I think I got a perfect platform to do do....hope you like them...

"Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. ― Dennis Gabor."

" Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful. - Rita Dove."

"...With me, poetry has not been a purpose, but PASSION...~ The_Ultimate_Genius."

Please stay along and your feedback is thoroughly appreciated. Thanks :)