by psiberitePathnamthitta, IndiaDec 29, 20170 comments


You poetic lullaby,
Wake me up,
Fiddle on me a pleasant tune,
Let’s row on the
moon’s shimmering lake….
Let our nights become
A furnace of glowing fire
As we melt into each other….
And be filled with the
Night’s succulence…..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 29, 2017
About this poem:
It's a poem about passion.

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