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The sleeping muse
The empty chair,still there!
awaiting his return
If only in yesterday
he would be back
to play soft music
on the strings of her heart
to write once again
about honey which dripples
from a half moon
and fill her tender lips
with moistness of its nectar
Another sunset follows
Another starless night
Clouds stand still
in charcoal skies
A girl sits alone on the sand
watching raindrops
falling!falling slowly!
getting lost in an ocean
of solitude,vanishing in distance
Her misty eyes in search
of his deep passionate smile
Her whole existence
in hearing for a silent voice
to be heard once again
She lives for the shadow
of a rainbow which breathes
colours on velvet tears
which melts ice bergs
into a soft feathery snowflake
She lives for the touch
of a red ripe cherry which blossoms
on her soft silk tender cheeks
She lives for the ink
which has long dried
on worn out papers
Hoping that one day
in a tomorrow
She would feel his heart again
She would feel his inner soul
bleeding upon her very own
in the shade of burning stars
in immortal love chapters.
I wrote this poem quite a while ago,and thought of sharing it with you :)
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