Pick them up
the scattered breaths of remaining moments
somewhere they disperse , thy scent
mutely absorbing thine voice in my veins
await as they, the ephemeral
time of being together.
while the orchids showered on a barren patch
and snowed the sky with soft love of whiteness
I walk along the placid frosty lake
…wishing to be gathered in repository of your composure…
©Soumya
soumyav 