Loud sea curls up the sandy shore
Darkness fell from heaven
I covered my face behind those curtains
I do not open the window
And let not the breeze embrace as you do it with me
Barnacles clung to the rocks in the sea
Undulating surface of the waves raged
My shadow moved In the parquet floor
Void filled and silence was still
Hawthorne leaves have turned pale
But the scent of it reached those at
Boulevard Malesherbes
As crumbling boat shaking the sails
I opened the door
Vast hall echoed his steps
My castle of leaves shivered
Smell of his hair and odor of his body
Filled the sky with the perfume …
Gloomy wind blowing,
beating the doors
Sea birds flapped their wings
Seeking a hiding place in trembling
Flames of kisses falling with the rain
Earth soaked in the enclosing fury of the sky
Storm raged outside
But her heart pounded heavily
Beating on his chest
Breathing more hurricanes.
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Rekha successfully creates and maintains an ambience of mystery and suspense in the turbulent, natural and human world.
A thunderous cavalcade of a poem that sweeps the unsuspecting reader along with its verve and dynamism.