There are a few drops
STILL...
on my palm,
that fell from my eyes...
UNTILL
you came..
I am your river
My dear rain..
FILL
me with tears of your mirth
KILL
forever my quench.....
Dew and the Breeze...
-
O'er the kiss of the his,
Her smiles breached the horizon.
He whiffs,
She flutters.
He twinks,
She winks.
Entwined are they
In a dream beyond reach
He ne...
7 months ago
1 comments:
Vulnerable, hurt, comes from someone who has a lot of pain, may be.
it makes all the more thirsty.
lovely write.
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