Yet
You drew the full moon on the canvas
You showed me the shining bright sun
You picked for me the beautiful roses
The flying butterflies brought our coffee drinking moment
Yet, time makes a busy platform to be separated physically
It was dawn when I started to fly
It was dawn when my flight of life was crossing the horizon of time
Far away, now, thousands of miles
But dusk is an importunate accomplice
Yet, the sunflower starts the day seeing the rising sun...
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
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