Tuesday, 4 November 2014


The white clouds veil the sun
Hiding us from his sight.
The misty minty soothing breeze
Making me feel so light.

Lying on the green cushion
With your heart as my pillow.
Watching clouds shifting shapes
Mimicking earth's creatures below.

You listen to my childish talks
Listen to my maiden silence.
I wonder how you read my eyes
Make me lose all my sense.

Your cold touch burns my skin
As if you can touch my soul.
A bond that binds our hearts together
Makes me love you more and more.

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