I had lost my precious prism, which, from a temple, I had stolen. Since then, Butterflies from my eyes flew off and they are gone, Dousing the sparkle on dewdrops that once brightly shone Now grass is just green and sky is a blue shallow, And my fellow humans had lost their rainbow glow. Yesterday,…
Tag: Poetry month
Deep down in a ditch
Deep down there, Between those two memories, That’s your place, Do you see it? Look closely, how cute is that little dimple on your cheek, Do you know, your smile gave it? Your precious specs, curtained those beautiful eyes behind, Trying not to give what’s on your mind, Do you think they succeed in it?…