The Pearl In My Hand
Sailing in a ship,
To the round trip,
With a pearl in my hand,
Leaving behind the sand,
Looking at the prussian blues,
Lead taken by the airs,
Watching the salty drift,
Needle-less compass in my fist,
Unmapped of the destination,
Sun starts spreading cerise reflection,
Glossy moon orders the darks,
Crying beneath the shiny sparks,
Fear of losing the pearl in my hand,
Stellar winds aware of that man,
Me craving for pure and supreme heartland,
Reaching for giving you the pearl in my hand,
Wishing the pearl is forethought by you,
Pacify with cuddles under the hue,
Dispelling unhappiness from the pearl in your hand,
Relieved by my auspice of my life-span.
Copyright © Meha Patel | Year Posted 2021
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