One Day
Maybe one day you'll come back, with your promises that never backtrack.
If that is so, then I'll wait for you here, with my doors wide open.
I can give it all away, I can leave everything behind and create a room space for us.
I don't care if they try to separate us.
I swear to you, I swear.
Before it happens, I'll be your rain clouds to shower your courtyard or a wandering minstrel butterfly that'll sit on your cheeks, and never budge supinely lie, whether you turn your way back or not.
I'll always be here walking with nothingness, like lashing the waves, leap up to feel your feet.
Maybe, all I want is to feel you again.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PuisiThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
