With every gaze,
the light swallows us,
your face dissolving as a hymn :
my lips murmuring syllables
to recollect what’s left of you,
this defiant dying night.
How easily can every sound
turn into an ache,
how slowly every whisper
can bring you this close.
the speed of separation
ceases but never stops.
I wait for the autumn,
For every closure needs
a drop of color.
Paint me if you can.
with this very gaze,
for every ray of light.
Paint me of you can,
By this grace
By this light 🙂
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Thanks 😊😊
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Pleasure 🙂
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It was mine. Search with it.
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Haha, upto you. You suggest
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