Gorvachove, Keonjhar, 22 July 2024
Touch:
Like the warm fingers of sunlight,
Caressing us into an ecstatic bliss.
Breaths:
Like the sweet autumn breeze,
Exhales us into a lazy delight.
Sensations:
Slipping through our fingers,
And yet entwined with our dreams.
Desires:
Peeking as glowing shadows,
On the walls of our souls.
Conversations:
As if we are two poets,
Falling in love, together
