There is a road crumbling for lack of feet
A song undone by want of voice
A pair of wings waiting for a bird
Words not yet composed into poetry
Light yet un-seen because of too much light
Chocolates melting for want of tongue
Grapes that yearn intoxication
And there’s a small corner
In our many worlds
A country unnamed
For want of
citizenry.
there are eyes gone red for lack of moistness
ReplyDeletelungs standing still for want of sighs
a heart frozen at a point in time.
and there are kisses that cry for lips.
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