PLUCK ME
To
bloom is my nature
To
wither, my fate
The glory of my
The
fragrance of my soul
The
nectar on my lips
Belong
to you, my mate
The
spring is all but gone
I
can feel the chills approach
Pluck
me before the autumn draught
Let
our love consummate...
To
bloom is my nature
To
wither, my fate
Pluck
me before the autumn draught
Let
our love consummate...
Anurag
The bliss of romance and the stab of yearnings blended beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThe bliss of romance and the stab of yearnings blended beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Anurag. I did not know that you are such a good poet. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the appreciation.
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