in your daring sky
like you stole some love
from my bank of breaths.
That some love glows in you
in your self like a smile-
yellow shades amidst red,
red warmth that excites the blue.
I watch you like my bride.
I feel you shall carry my life, Dawn
to the dead country over the sea,
but I promise I shan't carry a penny
nor shall I bring crumbs of evil.
You may find some breath in me, though.
But worry not, those shall be for you,
my Dawn, like the smile you kept from me
in the night that fuelled the romance!
Sometimes the dawn is more beautiful than the day!
wow!!! beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. Thanks a lot. :)
DeleteDawn is to me the best time for introspection. Nice poem :)
ReplyDeleteYeah. Dawn is short-lived but sweet. It lives up to its inherent nature of ending darkness and bringing up light on the turf! Thank you. :)
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