• dipteeeee 5w

    He brought these enchanted flowers,
    she used to have in dark hour
    when she savor the novel;
    And a poetry to recite
    that he wrote last night

    Her image faded
    from his blurry eyes, welled in tears;
    And his heart is in silent quest
    with the cloud, why it pulled her
    over it’s obscure nest

    He ask the winds of heaven,
    to whisper his words to her ear
    He ask those birds,
    to carry his handful of love
    and pour it over her heart
    He ask the cloud to cuddle,
    And make her feel safe and subtle.

    ©dipteeeee | 20.10.2020