Floating down softly,
A fluttering touch:
An end and new dawn
To Earth's many spells.
Delicately perched
On the dry soils of summer
Like a gentle caress
To an intimate lover.
Tryst with its mate-
The verdant Earth,
Kept apart by clocks:
Tick tock
Until the gnarled hands reach their place;
Two ill-fated beloveds,
May meet once again,
Amidst sadistic pleasures
To keep them away.
Yet, as always,
Love triumphs:
In harmony with Fate.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
