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at the last stop
my past used to be scattered
on the green grass
my past used to shine
with pearl-studded fireflies
he used to paint my waist
with a golden-red brush
he used to secretly fill my ears
with cool perfumed breeze
he used to decorate my hair
with newly bloomed roses wrapped in green
like the earth welcomes the drops
he used to respect the affection falling from my lips
when my eyes used to shrink
from the brightness of the late afternoon
he used to stand in front of me
as a soft silky shadow
when a pebble used to prick me
while walking barefoot on the seashore
he used to suck those red drops
with his matured carroty lips
he had given me the best time
rich with soft colors
the bumblebee full of faith
that used to wander around me,
that flower of his
has now withered...
Published 12th Apr 2025
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12th Apr 2025 2:14pm
but i want that time right now... to look at the twinkling stars for hours while feeling the warmth of black coat... thank you artist for reading n commenting...
12th Apr 2025 7:10pm
Speaks of a lost love. Favourite verse (most erotic):
he used to suck those red drops
with his matured carroty lips
he used to suck those red drops
with his matured carroty lips
13th Apr 2025 3:21am
