Those hazel gritty shaded eyes
At the point when crashed mine
felt like I've finally reached home
After strolling for millions of miles.
Those delicate warm hands
At the point when they strives
To hold mine, my fear flies
Away like butterflies in skies
Those cherry tinted soft lips
At the point when they begins
To touch mine, my heartbeat rises
Yet, these are my lovely illusions
To keep my body & soul alive.
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Waves Of Blue
PoetryThere was a star riding through the clouds one night, and I said to star, "consume me" - Virginia Woolf Started:7.06.2021 Status: completed ©cooshookie 2021
