With rivulets of tears,
I brushed my cheek against yours
And softly kissed the twin petals
Of your gentle eye-lids
And the centre of your forehead
While you were fast asleep…………
Did you feel my feathered strokes -
Caressing the dreamy, misty canvas
Of your dew-laden soul?
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