The quiet night stretches leisurely,
waking slowly from morning dreams,
It leans on the stars and greets the moon,
Stretching out, on its beam…
Above the silent open fields,
it sits on bale of hay,
peaking through the windows…
watching you sleep,
waiting for the light of day.
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Coming home
was the only thing on your mind
as you left behind
a day of chaos
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Give me a sign…
a reason or rhyme,
that let time decide,
when to let you go…
For my heart does not know,
is still too slow,
to catch up.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
Bending the rules of the skies
the distant stars
travelled far…
from their homes,
just to see you.
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Experience taught her
that time was slow to heal
so for a lifetime…
she waited.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
“It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.” – Pablo Neruda
mountains image copyright neha 2015
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