Dove gray branches against a pearl gray sky
The world is rounded and soft like a woman
I wish for some of that softness in my heart
If only my heart were quiet as the falling snow
I see the boughs of the trees as they bend
Dipping down to earth in utter weariness
My head bows too as fatigue gathers on me
Swiftly and silently it does its secret work
The snow embraces the earth like a lover
He eases himself down upon her breast
Fills her every crease and every hollow
Until the two become one in an ancient union
I lay down and wait in mute submission
The wind like a cold breath rakes my skin
My face is brushed by a hundred icy kisses
Silvery cool kisses on my purpled lips
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Lovely. Your poetry has a wonderful sense of imagery Mayank..very passionate stuff too.
Thank you! I try to learn from you…
Learn from me? That body moves poem is something to be proud of..even if it makes a Bekki blush to read it..it was very, very good Mayank and I can tell you put a lot of work into it.