Late Love Poem by Sathya Narayana
Late Love
Colors add beauty,
tastes invite
fragrances invigorate...
Well, there's something
I felt late in life;
a learning
that made this opsimath
a wise expert...
that's unseasoned, unflavoured
and invisible..
yet that feels great...
with silent vibes
and intangible touch...
love...a new kind of it...
as pure as nothing.
(Opsimath: one who learns late in life)
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