There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
Longing
You are so beautiful
My heart hurts
With longing.
It falls.
Stops.
Dies.
Breathes.
Lives.
Longs.
In agony.
You are so beautiful
My heart beats
A little slowly.
Posted by Pooja at 5:52 PM
Labels: Colors, Poem - English
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