If you ever find fishes in this pond,
then just maybe you will
bloom flowers in my heart,
only for you.
Cracking up, the buds glow
in quietude, tearing morning dews,
only for you.
11 Jun 09
P.S.: One of numerous love poems I wrote on bus rides in my little black book. None of them truly completed. That's their destiny.
1 comment:
There is beauty in incompleteness too. :)
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