Thursday, July 14, 2022

Book of time and love.

You wanted to become my sun rise.

You knew the poisonous red,

Would spoil my ozone layer.

To stop the vulture red,

You grew the big trees.

Under the shade I grew.

Your love and life,

Will be the green of my life,

Till my sun set.

As breeze of love and

Secret stories into my books,

Forgetting the time,

To become the timeless celebration.

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