Shadows creeping,
The fangs of the night unfold,
Faint footsteps resound,
Silvery beams of moonlight.
The dark woods,
Dense canopy of trees,
The pitch black,
Skin slicing through
Silhouetted darkness.
Twinkling stars
Hissing sound,
Let the moon stay,
Let us make love.
Lopa Banerjee. February 9, 2015
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The setting has been put so meticulously. The romance n passion in the foreground look more sublime with the background that you have created. Lovely.
Thank you so much, Ambika!
Lopa.
Lovely beautiful and soothing poem.
Thanks much, Shamsher!
Light pleasant poem! Unlike your style which is usually rich and deep Lopa…:-)
Thank you so much, dear Maaya, for your reading and appreciation!
its soothing sublimity sliced through my skin..beautiful.
Thank you dear Santosh jee, for your lovely comments!
Lopa.