It has
always been
colouring the
seasons
like a
lingering gust,
a waft
permeating
this raft.
It unveils
the air’s
heart,
with its
elusive
half-smiles,
and
strewing wishes
sweeping
by.
It has
always been
dragging
you in
looking
casual at
first,
coming from
afar,
then
closer,
like a staring star.
And you always
searching
in its reaches
in its reaches
for its heart.
So familiarly never
fully grasped.
1 comment:
It unveils
the air’s heart,
with its elusive
half-smiles,
I felt the poem was elusive and half smiling throughout.
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