My sister’s love- Poem
My life
She is life
Without breaking promise.
She is my mind,
Without serendipity.
She is a movement,
Which I follow.
She is my eyes,
Following the lights.
Her aroma,
Filling the sky with freshness.
Her dark black hair,
Smell like blossomed flowers.
Her fights,
Making me cheer up.
Her hands,
Covering me up in her embrace.
Her smile,
Making up my enchanted day.
Her thoughts leave me with wonder every day.
