Like A Candle In WindsA Poem by Satish VermaLike A Candle In Winds
Incognito,
going to an altar to offer apology. I didn't want to lose you even for once. Undefined, more than any relic gold. I will wear you not less than any moon. You may be walking amidst dandelions saying prayers. I will come and read― your trembling lips. After luminescence, when I want to walk out, I will not say goodbye. Like poppy's fragile petals, you will chart out the vision. In eyes red crimson. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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