A Stirring Memory
In the sinuous paths of the
garden of my heart,
intense moments
as medley of blooms,
and assorted memories
like sweet perfumes,
are umpteen.
But the one
that flutters the
strings of my heart,
walking along with my beloved
in the starlit night,
hand in hand,
down the snow painted road,
at the close quarters,
swapping
volumes of feelings.
In the dark,
under the brim of
fedora hat
found the flicker of a smile
that flashed
in those blue eyes.
Even today,
whenever there is lightening,
I mistake it
for the same flicker,
reveled on that day.
STRAND completely new (4) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 03/07/2020
judged on :04/07/2020
position: 1st place
Copyright © Patri Venkata Ramana | Year Posted 2020
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