Hypnotic verse
There's no horizon left,
I was awake and slept.—
Moon was aligned with
Stars and my own myth.
Night reveals the intense love,
Which were kept hidden in light.—
Dreams felt like a curse,
Turns to a hypnotic verse:
"Flow of flowers from fay,
Pink red leaves and a rose,
Brown iris like branches,
Cry and rare crystal flow.—
Die while picturing the dreams,
Early mornings are not mine.
Shine like a bright silver moon,
My heart feels like dying soon.—
Rusty ruby rose my love,
Snowy lily hope my dove.—
To wait at one is my rove,
Coral echoes in my trove."
Copyright © Meetkumar Tailor | Year Posted 2025
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