seema alvi


Delicate Thoughts

Subtle was the breeze and the clouds had the shine,
The horizon had imbibed a shade of crimson wine:
The air was pink by the vermilion of the sky
You were the breeze and the sky was your eye,
The shine of the sea, the sands of the shore;
The high risen tide with its throttling core:
The ocean was gravid with stories to tell,
But then you resembled the ocean as well
The night creped along and the fire died down,

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