No More
I see your searching look
Trying to read my heart
It is lying beneath the sheens
Protected and distanced
The heart did break
When I was left on the brink
I drifted with the ripples
To rest on prosperous shores
I'm surrounded by precious gems
That have made my life richer
Spiralling in my golden period
I ask no more of god's bounties
October 24, 2016
For Brian Strand
Contest No 227
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
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