After I am dead, Do think of me, When the wind plays with your hair and tugs at your skirt, When raindrops glide down your nose tip and trickle under your dress, When snowflakes melt on your lips, And sunrays redden your cheeks, For it’s not only the wind, Or mere rain, Or just some … Continue reading Do Think of Me
On chirpy, hazy mornings, When the sun peeps through the curtains, And the birds are at their gossip, I awake from dreaming Dreams of loving you. * Your ghost lingers with me. I feel your milky hands on my face, Your waterfall of hair, Tickling my chest, Your winy mouth, Spilling on my cheek. We … Continue reading Dreaming of You
Maybe we will meet by chance somewhere, In a year, or two, or three, Perchance in romantic Paris, On a rainy evening, In a café, gallery, or park, And maybe we will talk About painters, poets, and ourselves, And then maybe you, Being lonely, or sad, or dissatisfied, (Because of the wedding band on your … Continue reading We May Meet One Day…
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