The night was simple,
then you came along.
& everything became poetic all of a sudden.
And at some point,
we were so joined
that I started to doubt if we share lungs budding out flowers.
The moon watched us,
the stars were eavesdropping.
The waves & tides washed away trifling noises to hear our honeycomb whispers.
Even God's creations adored our love that night.
Wonderful.
That was the word to describe that night.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
