Moonglow reflects
on the shimmering palms
of the oasis
where I seek a respite
to wipe away this dust,
refresh my parched lips.
I have connected
the star-dots
to get back to you
& with one leg left,
I count the hours
to be held in your arms
once again,
soon.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Moonglow reflects
on the shimmering palms
of the oasis
where I seek a respite
to wipe away this dust,
refresh my parched lips.
I have connected
the star-dots
to get back to you
& with one leg left,
I count the hours
to be held in your arms
once again,
soon.
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