She’s like,
The hot cup
of tea on a winter morning,
Burning your tongue with every sip,
But still
you take the sip another,
And then
you run for the cover,
Because it
rains,
She is the
monsoon rain,
Drenching
your body and the thoughts,
Before the
cool wind takes you away,
In her
fragrance you’ll sway,
Because she’s
like the flowery kisses of the night,
The moon
shining bright in the sky,
She’s like
the star in your palm,
The beauty
you hold,
She’s like the
tiny specks of gold,
Of the
sunlight that dries you up,
The
sunlight that brighten your day,
In the
green grass as you lay,
And a dream
embraces you for the nth time
She’s like
that dream,
She’s just
a dream.
She's like,
The pretentiousness of winter,
and simplicity of the summer time,
She's your every kindness,
She's your every crime,
And the tears you cry,
for the smiles you smiled
The wonders you saw,
The palaces you built,
in the air,
that caresses your hair
Just like her fingers,
and that moment which lingers,
In the corner of your mind,
And the weirdness of a new kind,
She brings with her,
She brings with her the winter sunlight,
She brings with her a lonely night,
And she brings with her a dream too,
She's like that dream,
She's just a dream
Until you
see her again…
Enjoyed reading the second para, nice flow to it.
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