Not a single line
was written today
on your lips.
End is drawing near.
I am trying to remember
where we had begun.
I want you, to know
yourself and start weaning
away from the moons.
No prosthesis will
work, I will run, run after
the fading sun for the
last kiss.
The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.
Like sandpaper
your hurting throat will
give a long call.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2022 20:17
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'No prosthesis will work
I will run, run
after
the fading sun, for the last
kiss.
The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.'
'Let us sip, subtly
upon our love's: pseudo nectar
of everlasting's, dreams
then part, before
our awareness
awakens, my dear...'
(forgive me, dear Poet
I couldn't help
but try and scribble a few lines
to accompany your beautiful, Poetry,
I meant no disrespect, by doing-so)
thank you for choosing to share, Guru!
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