Sadness
The wounds and petals of our coupled game that went awesome
Till the other day, have now got reduced to the stilled eyelashes,
A gray and black cold story of collected leaves and flowers, there
In the oval frame, still longing for larks and roses from a sunrise
Dwelling in my empty cage with barren sounds of insipid life
In vain I look out at the tree unfolding in the radiant red hue
Expecting your gentle footsteps made of lovely rain and sun
Standing at the window sill for hours still no birds nor clouds
Purple struggle in our blood sweat and tears we shared aplenty
All those tales of amber hours now a vacuum in the steel frame
Still your gray eyes rich in river stares at my anemic movement
Looking at the silenced laughter I live in an all day long dream
With our eye-light we have seen each other in the outside world
Now in moonlight I will feel you inside me with the inward vision
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10/02/2017
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