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For a Kiss

Missing image
the sea rolled up her sleeves
I collected the alphabets
she left ashore,

found a myth
of the dead moon...
that fell
from a fisherman's pocket,

disentangled the song
of stars
from the wind's harp;

now I come to you
to keep the treasure
of my poems
upon your breath

inder

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  • Peteskid gold member
    July 12

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    yes, this is a scen that is made complete by the final line, the gift must be shared for it to be real, completed, excellent...PK


  • Hetha gold member
    July 3

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    You do quite well with some interesting and unusual metaphors yourself. I enjoyed reading this very much.

    "found a myth
    of the dead moon...
    that fell
    from a fisherman's pocket"

    I really liked that bit. Keep penning these lovely writes.

    ~Hettie

  • mina nagi
    June 29

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    Inder,
    this has a great poetic whiff ... beautiful words with duality of meaning.... Oh, love this!! remarkable personifications.... you painted a fabulous picture in my mind.... imagination at its best... keep it up....

    mina


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    June 29

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    amen..this is really a warm poetry you conceived with a soft penning..beautiful immages around the words..well done...