A girl in red dress laced with black,
Was sitting with her hands folded,
And eyelids exposed.
Her lips were the reason of rose's softness,
Her silence made its colour bold.
The wooden table was wet, the walls too.
The water was salty.
So many seeds were sown,
Each grew into a beautiful plant.
With the tear drops resting on her tresses,
Her foot rests on a rock,
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: heartbreak,life and death,love,parting,sorrow,sympathy,tears