Exquisite and cultured coriander sweat
Dripping expectation and runaway
Small crumbs of bread in my hand
Pray for me and safe travel
I’d sip wine the most bitter
If it could donate my will and hope
Blood that I have saved, all for you
Hundreds of drops
Slow and sincere, stepping on toes
Heads down and apologetic prose
Unable to dance in the vistas of northern India
My heart chilly as the night, whimpers
Wanting to run right into your embrace
Always warm like the south
Never jeering and undaunted
With you my smile never faded
But that was a long time ago
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
Beautiful ♡
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Thank you 🙂
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Welcome !
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I like the closing lines here.
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