Lost To the Wind
Ebon hair swirling on your flushing face,
dances with wind on ripples of its trail,
in harmony with music of your grace.
On hazel eyes lattice of yearning sails
on frail wings of butterflies that unveil
vista of dreams etched on wind soaring high,
sprinkling your lilac blush on sunburst sky.
I capture the scene on canvas of mind,
frame it in my ornate longing, I try,
lest your beauty spark is lost to the wind.
August 12, 2020
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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