Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Layers Of Life

My finger's touch could
Melt her. She would breathe, as if
The air was to vanish;
Twirling her hair
-in nervousness.
Gasping for an uncalled love-
Divine and pure.

But, when I touched,
I could see the familiar prints
But not her.

to be continued...

© rakesh pandey (2013)

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