Intricacies
Intricacies
I wanted her hands
To cross with mine
On the pavements
Reclined under the shadow
That the beam of golden light
Oozing out of the lamp posts
Dotted among the row of trees
Cast upon
So that she could listen
The tender twigs
Whispering into
The dumb ears of night
The song of silence
Thronged parkways with butterflies
And newly bloomed hybrid flowers
Around the sprouting fountains
Could peep in her bosom
She could feel the pulse
Of bright sunlight
Throbbing through the cadence
Of laughter
But she wanted those of mine
To grapple with my intrinsic worth
So that the intricacies of global village
In the midst of imported air
Could be sustained
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