THE LOVE OF MOON & EARTH;

She is crumbly, deserted soil,
Pinned love ; blurt in cry,
He is moon , caressed her face in sombre sigh,
His eyes soaked pain,lips absorbed her eyes,
She slipped in moon' s wrap, fragmented beats left both astray,
Formless moon with transpiring soil, twined to sly,
Intoxicated she doesn’t know fly, moon abode in clouds,
He elasticises push or pull, she struggles to stride,
One has own sky , the other holds muted crust syker.

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Anamika Teotia

Anamika Teotia

I believe to join missing dots and seeing practical relevance. who knows musings, might unfold something never found. As no knowledge is ultimate.