You fault me for
a silent poem.
In infinity of this moment.
I catch the miracle
of unspoken words.
Let me not forget
the way you look at
me via tears.
Why buttercups were
poisonous, untasting you?
Even a simile touch
brings a shudder in leaves.
Give me a kiss of parting,
only you can give. For
ages I will remember the sting.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2019 19:38
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Excellent my friend!
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