The Daughter of the Deserted Hours
I was out of steps with the time
And flitted about among the trees and flowers
She blushed crimson in a weed green woods
The daughter of the deserted hours.
I saw her as a ladybug in a shapely little body
Cheek to cheek she moved her sprightly hands
I did wait for a kiss amid a ruffled field
Buried under the merciless sands.
Mists gathered over the opaline creek
Slowly they lifted to cover her crimson cheek.
Crimson - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Royal Ninja
07/25/2016
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2016
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