Ripples Of Plum Peaks by Aditya Roy

Nov 2018

I run my fingers
Down her hair
Get entangled by the color
Of blushing skin

Golden hair like the sun
Crimson blush
Likened by the sun rising
Darker than the nights I had
My morning glory

Written by

Aditya Roy 27/M/New Delhi, India

(27/M/New Delhi, India)

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