Flutter
With the monsoon clouds
tucked behind your ear,
piling away more that await
to see themeslves in your eyes,
You sit there not knowing
if I still breathe.
And I,
the one who kisses
the ground your breath touches
still long for the day
you shall see in the corner of your eye,
what a mere flutter does to me...
tucked behind your ear,
piling away more that await
to see themeslves in your eyes,
You sit there not knowing
if I still breathe.
And I,
the one who kisses
the ground your breath touches
still long for the day
you shall see in the corner of your eye,
what a mere flutter does to me...
posted by sorceress insence at 12:31 AM
3 Comments:
You have no idea how beautiful this poem is. It is two stanza of undulating and silent emotions; and how elegantly you expose it in these lines.
It's like looking at a sublme photograph of the ocean waves ... and then, suddenly, the last line splashes onto the reader.
it is almost spiritual for me to understand how these words form in your mind.
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