The drops
seemed sharply placing itself on my skin
as it rolls down, inflaming every inch of me
you were missed
drop by drop
the dew capturing me through its lens
mirroring me s pieces in each drop
reflecting my thoughts and the fire in me
shhhhhh.. listening to the drops
trickling down my nose
pecking on my lips
forming puddles and drowning me in it
the drops melted as it touched down
It was me firing up
gearing up and welcoming you
to be loved and be loved.
Fantastic poem as usual. It was quite beautifully articulated.
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Thank you cp
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Welcome Sreepriya.
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