The close walks
Have scrutinized
The distances.
An emblem of love
Has kissed
The wounded moon.
I walk beside the heaven
It has kept my hell away.
Love is a feeling
That sprouts
Like a holy fountain.
In love
An awakened hell
Touches the beauty
Of the descending world.
There are alphabets
That immortalize
The feelings.
I drink from your cup
Of blessings.
I worship the piousness
Of time.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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