SANYU #50

Mulling over her beauty,
Stung deeply by her innocent smile,
Her touch so true and soft,
Her dress, white as of Angels.

A flame of love grew in me,
Burning bright than hell fire,
Ringed with blue and red-green lines,
Brighter than the ever praised sun.

So I lie who all day long,
Keep thinking of the sight of an angel,
Bringing joy that was long lost,
Love that had been buried my feet under.

Lest a mortal eye should see
A debilitating ride to heaven(love)

#daviskawalya..

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