Tuesday, February 11, 2020

In a land of no sand
In a sea without salt,
In a wordless long poem
I wonder how nights seem
With a full Moon watching over
A resting pair of eyes
Through curtains of hidden love...
A promise rather keeps to my heart
A red Orion, recovering slowly -
That life resides in each breath,
Laden with a careless strand of hair,
Caressing peace, around her face.

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