let's meet where the sun caresses the horizon
where the whispers and stares can't reach
and all we need is each other to be completelet's meet where the moon bids its goodbye
and all that is left behind is a pretty sky
but all we will leave behind is unpleasant lieslet's meet where the first shower of the monsoon kisses the earth
and seal it with a kiss of our own
so that even if we grow apart
we will come back after we've grownlet's meet, shall we?
runahem
YOU ARE READING
BLUE WHISPERS
Poetry𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼...