Sunday, June 9, 2013

Let it be...



Let the slightest of your touch
Spark a new star
One after another
In the dark canvas of the night.

Let your mere gaze
Set the trail ablaze.

Let your mere presence
Rewrite the air's pleasance.

Until then-

Let the flame of my feelings
Burn day and night

Let my pain continue
To be the fuel for the blaze



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