dreams leak from my eyes, thesun shall find a way into my heart, cresting overthe canopy, love bourgeonsthrough thelimbs lining the contourwith silver trim,cascading overthe land giving dreams a second chance,they arrive in myhands andoutstretchedacross the void of time, we,for each other,stand letting light guide the way, aflutter or two, takescenterstage as we let love […]
silver trim
Anand Verma 