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Lonely Heart

And some days, 
the lonely heart, 
lay on barren lands 
and spoke to the summer sky, 
which did not ask how or why, 
it came to be.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

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Sway

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.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019