She opens her eyes
fearful t e a r s drain her cheeks
the b r e e z e dries them h
a
l
f
way d
o
w
n
morose pathos, now at a turbulent d i s t r e s s.
The sky reveres her in q u i e t surrender
her wrinkled e
y
e
s
still search him
He will return, she tells me
As I keep staring at the misty r a i n-stained window.
He is d
e
a
d
I begin to t
h
i
n
k
And suddenly, a butterfly sits g
e
n
t
l
y
on my arm
A s m i l e rests on my l i p s
He is
h
e
r
e
like the first d
e
w
in the morning
the r w after the r n
a i n b o a i
Like the h
e
a
r
t
b
e
a
t
s
of his mother
the w a r m t h in her h u g so t i g h t
He is here,
his mother was r i g h t
Only m
o
r
t
a
l
s
d i e.
Amazing! Yes, indeed, only mortals die but there are a lot of mortals walking down these streets in the World and they are already dead. I love your creative style, Priyanka! Your great poetic talent is so clearly shown through this well penned and poignant write that you must keep it up! 10+++ Well deserved! I honestly like your strength and potential shown in this fantastic, rich in imagery and fine texture write! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City...
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