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by Satish Verma Dec 21, 2021 category : Nature, environment / nature
You fault me for a silent poem. In infinity of this moment. I catch the miracle of unspoken words. Let me not forget the way you look at me via tears. Why buttercups were poisonous, untasting you? Even a simile touch brings a shudder in leaves. Give me a kiss of parting, only you can give. For ages I will remember the sting.
by Shruti
As they say, silence speaks volumes. I have a question. In the third stanza, will it perhaps be "a simple touch" instead of "a simile touch"? I could be very wrong though, so forgive me if I am. A good sad write, in just a few words. Enjoyed reading it!