As a morning mist you leave
traces of your visits,
The poems of the dark,
Fantasies of a fogged up mind,
Realities forgotten,
I hang in the thin air,
Gripping to the mountain cliff,
To fall deep into the cold water,
Swimming continents to meet you,
To freeze the time and zone ,
To find reasons for your absence,
As the morning rays wake me awake,
I clutch the last straw to bring you back,
Wiping the mist from my eyes desperately…
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Beautiful deep words so well articulated Sudalai
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Thank you , Kamal.
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Welcome Sudalai superb poem
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“Fantasies of a fogged up mind,”
Brilliant.
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Thank you , LG .
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