You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
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You stood
on the green meadows
in the quiet hush
of the morning skies
basking in the dreams
of enchanting summer
chasing butterflies
and the mystic wisps of clouds
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And then she felt the tender sorrow of parting,
at the golden hour of sunset …
illuminating the words written on the soul.
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My love for you…
is endless hope
with infinite dreams
and peaceful sleeps
of holding you close
in my heart.
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Drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves
that crashed in the caves, of the mind
in the memories that you would often rewind
when you lay with the open skies
tracing smiles on the clouds
of the faces your heart found
and loved…
drifting at the edge of the sea,
your heart swayed with the waves.
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When I found love,
the clouds drifted in the breeze,
the morning smiled with ease,
and I whistled with the trees.
When I found love,
the first light,
kissed the skies,
answering all my whys,
leading me,
to you.
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Love blossomed in spring
Love bloomed in flowers
Love laid on green
Love laid for hours
Love followed the sunshine
Love landed on summer
Love flew with breeze
Love flew for hours
Love found your heart
Love, it found forever
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Paint your dreams on the sky
with gentle strokes of the breeze
that caress your mind…
let your thoughts splatter,
with the wild brush of unrestrained emotions,
Open like the blue vastness above you,
let your heart fold around the curvature of the earth,
spread your love …
Paint your dreams on the sky.
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Your eyes rest
on the blue February skies
As your heart gently sighs,
on the poetic wisps of clouds.
Poetry and image copyright neha 2019
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