Winter River
His love is a winter river in which I drown, but never die,
He saves me from suffocation, as his lips traces mine,
But it's the effort of my thoughts, that I feel so alive.
Maybe something inside me had long died and I didn't know,
Maybe he burns with passionate flames, that light my burnt ashes.
I stand still in the moment, if he ever calls my name,
In the crowd, my eyes look for the music of winter waters,
And when finally they come upon his frost fallen bank,
He smiles and pretends to have won the lovers game,
I drown in his river; maybe he'll save me,
From the petrichor of a serene winter rain.
2018-08-29 17:42:44
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