The sky is turning red and orange,
Time for the sun to set,
For the moon to rise,
The sea yawns, ready to sleep;
We sit on the beach,
My head leaning on your shoulder;
You read to me your last poem,
‘We will meet again!
I will write our love story again!’
Night creeps in,behold!
I cup your face in my hands,
Your lips are cold;
You turn into a handful of sand,
The last poem ends.
Anita Bacha
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beautiful poesy from you again . i like such beautiful narration. Congrats.
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Many thanks Brij 💐
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right . Thanks. do read my poems also.
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I will love to but I’m not notified about your posts by WordPress nor do I see them in my reader.
Sorry 😐
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kindly visit my site brijkauldiary.com.i shall see you get the message.
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Ok 👍🏼 will do it later, busy with office work .
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