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You are to me

The blood that rushes to my fingers
Benumbed with the cold
The warmth diffusing slowly
As your hand I tenaciously hold

You are to me

The first ray of sunlight
Filtered through the darkness
Lighting up my face
And every other dark recess

You are to me

The drops of water, cool and steady
On the desert parched for too long
The lingering smell that follows
And the childhood rain song

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3 Comments

  1. Good one Kiran…..optimistic, hopeful, sentimental and uplifting….very different mood u r in πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

  2. Reblogged this on thetrumpcard22.

  3. bracket for the status quo of cosmopolised poetry ..nicely crafted


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