The fiery moon
glimmers
along the
western fringe,
coating the
velvety sky
pumpkin orange,
welcoming the
spicy November,
the lustrous dust
sprinkling
an aura
of ecstasy,
the silhouette of
birds homebound.
Golden tendrils
embellish the
shimmering ripples,
and the freckled
burnt-orange star
illuminate the brine;
the heartache
still fresh, raw;
striving to sketch
your name on
every grain of sand,
as the splashing curls
compete to erase.
Mesmerising twilight,
crispy breeze,
brackish waters,
crawl up the toes,
caress the
vulnerable emotions,
kindles the masked
desire and longing;
The unheard whimpers
of the shattered heart,
the torrents of passion
dwelling inside
the scrawny cage,
wait for a miracle,
year after year;
the day You come,
the day You…
Touch my Heart and
Kiss my Soul,
I will be Yours Forever.
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