She came, She comes
She came...
I saw...
She talked...
I talked...
In nights she was moon,
She was its moonlight;
She was a flower in heavy noon,
She was its fragrance;
She touched heart soon,
But left with last evening twilight...
No moon came...
All stars sank...
I thought her...
I think her...
I will think her...
She come...
I imagine...
In hallucinations,
She haunt...
I hide...
Of days she is scorching sun,
She is its burn;
In gardens now only cactus run,
She is their thorns;
On heart memories point gun,
But nothing now takes a turn...
Moon won't come...
Stars won't twinkle...
Why I thought her?
Why do i think her?
Will I ever stop thinking her?
@Orange64
.......... you will move on soon i guess. It seem hard though. Take care
@Peonywisteria22 Thanks for reading!! I had actually written it some days before but not posted it. Today when I was going to do the dove one I made changes to this one also......like a lot or difference than the earlier one 😑... Nvm , thanks again!!
@Orange64 It's beautiful but poignant A. I love it. Dw things will take a turn one day. But until then ik it's gnawing. I loved the imagery. I pictured a beautiful dark heavenly place in the first half with a nymph descending. Second half is like a mirage while a traveller's is looking for water in a cactus filled desert.
@politeRaspberries9638 Thanks fir reading!!!
@Orange64 *for
