EMPTY HEAVEN
The heaven is empty,
As all the angels are within me.
Yet, all the credit goes to her
As she dies every night to let me respire.
The pretty phase of me is only what she sees
But my other dark side still remains unseen.
For she thinks I'm just a soul of blossom and bliss
But the deep concealed secrets lie beneath me.
She is close but too far, yet she paints my peel
For which I reflect it back to my kin.
Wrapped in sunlight's embrace;
As I followed her,and finally came to an end,
Where I opened the wide doors;-
Darkness there ,and nothing more!
~Gangotri
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HIDDEN LOVE
Poetry'Hidden Love' is a collection of poems about the secrets of the sun and the moon where the reader can purview the world of skies, lost in imagination in the stories of stars and entangle with the hidden love between these two heavenly made souls up...
