Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Fragrance of dreams

Above a wide sweep in the hills,
a whiff of you brushed my cheek;
and the ripening berries dripped
your parted lips' warmth upon my lips,
it remains unknown to me, on which moment
the night met a sudden end,
but still to my fuzzy head in dreams,
the fragrance of your breath extends...

© Nazia Mallick


temporal rooms said...

what a beautiful love poem.


Nazia Mallick said...

Thank you Robert.


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