In high definition
you were extolling the
unspoken words.
I was trying to grab that
something, so nice,
like a poem.
My mate!
Let us talk about the
rhythm of wilderness in private.
It has been ages
when we slept together,
like a poem.
Where there was a
waterfall, you were crying,
as a fallen dew. I
wanted to hold you on
the leaf of grass,
like a poem.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: April 25th, 2017 20:48
- Category: Nature
- Views: 3
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