footprints
FOOTPRINTS..
Silent sentient nights;
When I lay defeated, cold and reclusive
After a desperate battle
With those glimpse;
The battle, which I never won
Is slowly engulfing my soul.
When the gentle breeze consoles,
Kisses my pale cheeks,
And sleep drowsily caresses
My sallow wintry eyes;
I see hazily her footprints in my mind.
I see her coming, coming very close,
Mesmerizing my every nerve.
I can feel her serene breathe
When she whispers silently
Those words.
It sanctifies my soul
Beholds me with a soothing sensation
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by Mercy Hazarika(www.mercyswords.blogspot.com)
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