Hues of monsoon
comes as the bride of dawn
to relish the syllables of fragrance.
The woven caress
of rhyme of cherries
breathe you
as the bloomed petals of Dahlia.
I wish your brush
embraces the silky canvas
of the cascades of glory.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Your choice
-
Lifeless life and selfless self Mindless mind and heartless heart Parting by life and parting by death Smile in pain and p... -
So many strange shades on human face Painting pools of cosmic dust Pile upon pile of milky smile No traces of rot. Every shade ... -
Dawns eager watching me filling saddest lines, How can I when I'm cocooned in you? I taste sunshine On my lips b...
No comments:
Post a Comment