THE OBSESSIVE AFFECTION
the dreams were the fireflies, before
the dawn flew away toward the
unknown destination, the
leftover glow stay
behind on the
palm,
some innocent feelings trying to grow,
as a tender climber searches the
support to reach the canopy,
your love is the first ray
of sun, the injured
emotion wants
once again
bloom,
who has written poetry on the eastern
sky, the colorful script looks like
your gentle touch on the
body and mind, it’s
drowsiness or
you’ve
occupied the emptiness of life - - -
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