Where I Want To Go
Where a moon will sit at my blue window
For I find my moon very often dead
And offers to lend me some of its snow
As easily as life provides me bread
Where rustles of whisper you lay in wind
With which I can make my daily poems
For you at the time’s edge as night declines
And dreams recede in the glow-worms like gems
Where the life perches on a little peace
Struggle for life ends in your loving gaze
In the pool your letters swim like the geese
Orange slice you gave me floats in sunrays
There I would like to be one day alone
Look there how in the wind the leaf is blown
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27/02/2017 /Where I Want To Go /Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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