Love Reckons For a Second Time
Pink dust of love in some tiny wrinkle
Small spots showing shadows of our season
Still the tomato children there twinkle
Heartbeats that we exchanged we still listen
This is why possibly in the open
Window, I’m glad to see your face again
The distance of thirty years is broken
Despite ruthless passage of the time-train
Somehow I feel apples are still eyesome
Blue clouds from the dimples wander in joy
In the breath plays warm and bouncy ransom
Our eye to eye birds we should not destroy
Now that flowers have again come a few
Let us relook if we have some cute dew
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26/8/2016 For : When Love Reckons for a Second time poetry contest: Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
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