There is music,
There is noise.
No peace can be bought
When the heart beats
On a lie.
I desire your eyes
Where I can see me.
We came out of this debris of love,
Love taught us to not lie
We embrace this fall,
Like every spring.
I let the snow melt
My heart.
Your touch
Can turn me into
A winter sun.
I forget not
The soothing tune
Of love’s lore.
I walk out
With you by my side.
I let this imagination sink,
And the Kohl in your eyes
Taught me to kiss them
Gently.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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