Thursday, 17 August 2017

Silence

Silence of mouth,
Silence of eyes;
Continues for a day,
Or sometimes twice-

Drops of tear,
Hits the floor and flood arise;
Crushes the heart,
And the eyes fries-

With you I fly like Butterflies:
We date on flower,
Whole day and nights-
And enjoy the honey slice.

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