20 september 2022
My Muse
Tired from the world―
waiting for you, till the night falls
and heart accelerates.
You will come gingerly―
sticking the moon on forehead,
go near the mirror and smile.
I would ask if anyone else―
has loved you so much as me.
The fireflies start shimmering.
Tears will wash your―
eyes and you will read my
message clearly. Inside―
the eyes the image―
will develop of a venus.
I will write a poem.
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