Out Of Town Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Out Of Town
Crispy leaves winter brown
crackle neath her feet
she looks good out of town
her eyes are playing sweet!
A little haze morn at ten
the place is real peace
on my lips desires rain
wishing stealing kiss!
She knows it quickens feet
maybe she wants too
her eyes when my eyes meet
read the twinkling cue!
Just we two froths a brew
none to find and look
blushing lips' crimson hue
knows only that nook!
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4/18/2024 1:46:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely composed with loving words.......feelings very well expressed