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Jun 2016
"So,whats your thing?"
I questioned as i gazed into his amber eyes
*(so tender so pure)

*waiting for an answer to revamp my world.




“I write”
Said he, a whispered proclamation.



"About what?"
I asked, hoping to be blessed by his utterance
to be blessed by his words





"I write about the rains
The pearls from heaven drooping down on the wandering souls
a pacific catastrophe


I write about the seas
A crystal sheath of calm, unveiling
not the length of life
but the depth of love


I write about people leaving
Painting my book with ink and thoughts as the dreadful picture
comes back to life.


I write about the murmur of air
Bearing with it a tale, a story
unheard.


I write about the sunrise
Spearing the eye with golden light
death and dark fleeing behind."




and then he stopped.



I dropped my subtle smile as he looked straight into my eyes.
Baffled by his gesture i looked down,to my trembling hands
only to be met by his eyes again.




and he said,



I write about you my love
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of life


It's your petty soul that thrills me
A soul I can


B R E A K


S  H  A  T  T  E  R

&

**D   E   S   T   R   O  Y
Clever as the devil and twice as pretty
Shysta
Written by
Shysta  Delhi
(Delhi)   
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