While my heart throbs in the
Misty mornings of winter
Thy soul snuggles for some warmth in my words
I paint the sky saffron embracing thou
presence
Years ago
beside you under the mulberry tree
you had asked
while scribbling
my name on dust of a storm
will thy be mine
I had nodded
carving thou inside deep notches
Births later
We sit and dream
Away from one another by seven seas
will there be a common sky
a single roof where
you would be the ink and I, the quill .
©soumya v
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Words are sometimes illusional! Don’t they?
Hi Britton! Good to hear from you after so long. How have you been?
Yes
Words can be illusional, can be true or real ,depends where and how they are used.
Just keep becoming in love!
And you?
… what I meant, the words of reality is so unpoetic.