He stands still looking at me
There emerges a mellow husky voice,
Meticulously listening to every syllable
Mind boggling about this moment,
A cold and misty night moaning
I momentarily forget everything except him
Motionless I stood , musing
There struck the rays of sunlight
Poking myself to the reality
Making me nonplussed , nuggets of good dreams.
Overpowering about the moments,
He still remains the person of my dreams.
~ mrs-imalik :)
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Winter Of a Lover
PoetryCollection of dark poems :) written by me :) suggestions are welcome