reading to me…

just me and you
with work in hand
and posted to end
afterwards
words inched my ears
soothing became your voice
learning it surely is
but more to it feels within me

rhyme feels to be dull
after crossing the path
becoming seems to be one
inevitable moments last
marks left beautiful
etched on the lifes line
synced are the thoughts
future is gracious
my intuition sums right

feels not just to me
but to you too the dance will become one
the fingers intertwined sewn tight
mixed aroma of the distance
only slower needs to be this jazz
softer goes the route of romance
petals whistling…

the
air
smells
of
love

by
Kritika


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