Sometimes it’s just few words and dew drops,
Adorned on a lotus bloomed in love-diamonds.
Sometimes it’s just, streak of tears and torn heart,
Sketching a cheek wiped red with palms lovelorn.
Sometimes it’s a flooding angst, lose and fear,
Sweeping a soul clueless in cascades clear.
Sometimes it’s an island of solitude, treasure
Swimming in aquamarine beaches of leisure.
Sometimes it’s a home wordless in silent night
Warming a sleep with dreams and arms tight.
Sometimes it’s me , sometimes it’s you,
Sometimes it’s we, feelings waiting in queue.
Waiting to be loved, to lose, to cry, to be swept,
Away of our feet, to contemplate and sleep tight.
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