Late where the Monarch drank their nectar from the flower
Late where the starlings bathed
I waited many an hour
Late where the koel started
Her song under the shower
I waited through the fall
With feelings sweet and sour.
Under the sky, pink and cold
I stood an eternity
Waiting for your warm embrace
With certain uncertainty
I looked up at the starry sky
The stars were pretty and far
Then wished upon a falling one
"I hope She is not too far".
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Thicket Of Thought
PoetryThicket of Thought, a collection of emotions and ideas, is my First collection of poetry. I hope you enjoy it.
