Solitude dusk
Not solitary anymore...
Two birds returning home
sound of their sweet song reminds of those;
long walks and never ending talks...
The horizon sun;
those radiant eyes;
the center of my existence...
Last rays of sun, scattered on my body
feels like your warm touch;
Hands of a sculptor bringing clay into life...
Chilling wind, like that first kiss
running shivers down my spine...
Moments they feel so real,
I see you beside me here
Look at you, and smile and try to search myself in yours of a moment...
I look away and never at you again
For I know what’s left of you is
Only a part of me now…
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Solitude dusk
Not solitary anymore...
Two birds returning home
sound of their sweet song reminds of those;
long walks and never ending talks...
The horizon sun;
those radiant eyes;
the center of my existence...
Last rays of sun, scattered on my body
feels like your warm touch;
Hands of a sculptor bringing clay into life...
Chilling wind, like that first kiss
running shivers down my spine...
Moments they feel so real,
I see you beside me here
Look at you, and smile and try to search myself in yours of a moment...
I look away and never at you again
For I know what’s left of you is
Only a part of me now…
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