Only if I was
that morning sun,
I could kiss your eyes
everytime I saw
your waking face,
Envious of the night
in those eyelids.
Only if I was
that meadow green,
I could kiss your feet
everytime I felt
those feather steps,
Running unbound like
free southwinds.
Only if I was
that mad raindrop,
I could kiss your heart
everytime I fell
like an old true love,
Making a home within
those closed twins.
© Arindam Dey
Most welcome!
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Thank you so much 😊😊
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So beautiful! ❣️💕
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