On an icey winter night,
Cutting through a fog of grief,
They bid their first goodbye --
-- with a soft kiss and a gentle hug
The fog would return for many more nights,
Until the day she slipped into it,
Just as they'd reached the edge of dawn
A Silent Place (This is a story. Read the last post first and then move up)
3 comments:
Nice stuff!
Thanks for coming by at my blog.
Palash, your verses evoke wonderful imagery. You are a poet! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Good luck my dear :)
Thank you Maya! For your nice words and for being there -- at the end of this tunnel
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