I moved over in a reverie ,
The familiar feel of the empty space,
A naked void woke me up,
And shook me to cognizance…
I was watching a gloom,
Of a guestless inn,
A rainbow missing its colours,
A pot without its gold,
It was the softer side ,
The side she lay herself,
Her curls found home on a disheveled sheet,
And the pillow was embossed with her head,
Stars shone as a halo,
Fairies guarded it with envy,
It was the heaven on earth,
It was her side of the bed…
Friday, August 22, 2008
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