By the Brook
These winter mornings
Your love in a cup of tea
Warm poems in eyes
These soft golden touch
Birds are abundant in thought
For wings from your sun
Sun will soon get harsh
Come and sit with the warm tea
Let's make the lyrics
With you in the rhyme
The crimson struggle for wine
Smiles in white and blue
Till the dew glistens
Till the breeze plays in your books
Let's sit by the brook
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9/11/2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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