In her eyes he saw the darkest winters..
Smelt with drizzled Kohl..
Chimes..
Of prayer bells..
As the laughter
Sprinkled halos
Of smiles..
The night burnt out..
while..
she looked..
at the world..
beatific..
As..
Trembles slipped away..
Never knew
of a world so fantasmic..
The dusk
bewitching
Her breath..
She held
His hand..
As..
The moon
Dawned on their Love..
Love..
It
Became her
Blossom Ballet..
Like..
A Bird
Dancing
With passion..
In
Her Paradise...
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2 comments:
I love the ending, its strong and captivating. You have a good potential for imagery! Keep writing, and leave the door open, for the colours seep in often when you are least expecting them...
Hi, this is Anwin from the indiblogger team. I was wondering if you will be there at the kolkata bloggers meet on Sep 21. It would be great to meet you and other bloggers from Kolkata.
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