Let me tell you my little
bedtime stories:
I painted the blue moon
with honey,
I found the colour of my heart
in your palette,
My cheeks went salty
as the dyke broke,
My door was left swinging
as if someone had left,
My time stood still
for my clock was broken,
But wait!
Someone just called me
by a long forgotten name.
1 comment:
Well written Asish...
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