Can you read me?
a plethora of emotions
shrouding the blues
hidden behind thick dark lashes
spurting every second;
raindrops calming tears–
Can you feel me?
when the pristine Zephyr
blowing over the brine
fondling your unkempt curls
caressing your wandering thoughts;
breeze or surging storm–
Can you sense me?
the freshly bloomed jasmine
adorning your window sill
kissing the nape of your neck
as you bow holding your coffee;
withered, wilted blush–
Can you hear me?
in the rustling of the Chinar leaves
in the whine of the Siberian breeze
in the laments of the Moonbeams
in the velvety kiss of Summer rains
hopeful love—
i know, you read me-
i heard the floating orchids whisper
i know you felt me-
your embracing breath murmured
i know, you even sensed me-
your flirty kiss on the petals ensured
i know you heard me-
your throbs echoed in the realm
love’s own language
unlocks the rusty latches
greys pour-rinse souls
gusty winds-toss cores
shrivelled bloom-plop to ground
promising dawn-Passionate Love!
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