Painless Poem by Lovita Morang

Painless

Rating: 2.7


Wounds that bleeds nomore,
Painless the flesh;

Succumbed the spirit,
Awaiting to be awakened.

Soul moves hardly,
Like-
a dry leaf waiting,
For the fall of the dew.

And I saw the dew drops
Falling smiling
On the leaf of the life
Through the window of hopes…

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Lovita Morang

Lovita Morang

Arunachal, Assam, india
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