A blind child,
with hands
full of
hundred rose petals,
a narrow path,
covered with
thousands iron edged swords.

A legacy of tears
an endless flowing river
fallen on the earth,
each day
in my morning prayers.

A crushed pomegrante
and million of red kisses inside,
your face next to mine
your soft lips touch my skin,
releasing my soul.

No cure
for my broken heart,
you ask
for my everything
and
I still chase your love
everywhere,
set me on fire,
I shall not rest
till I disappear
in your silence.

© Serena Devi, Feb 2012, Lewes, England

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