Flowers―
They follow you, whenever
you sleep in dark.
The bluebirds
will wait till you open
your diary showing the exotic surrender.
I am collecting
dewdrops to wash your face
with sacred hands.
Don't fly again
over the seas, when sun
settles down on waves.
Whole body
shivers, before spilling
elixir to save you.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'I am collecting
dewdrops to wash your face
with sacred hands.'
just, WOW!
that's just so, so delicate...
I bow to your superior talent, Guru
thank you! for choosing to share
(I read and learn)
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