From nights womb
She bloooms
A red red rose...
One last kiss
On her tender lips
The dew drop leaves his love
Sun smiles..
A frozen firefly
Near the hearth
Her wings warm up
And lo.. she glides in
To the yellow flames
Fire smiles..
Needs -
trample passions
at their feet
and just rush off
with lives in their hands...
2 comments:
...lines straight out of a beautiful mind...!
our mind sleeps for some, while works for some..
once awakened it brings out its deepest thoughts..
...thats pure talent..!
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