Love sonnet 1
LOVE SONNET 1
Spending time with the princess of
Morocco;
On the prettiest meadows
Hidden from earth;
Spending the nights,
Occupied by the shadows of
The moon,
With the smell of the sea weeds
Suffocating our noses,
Laying in the sands,
As lying on the clouds,
With our bodies So relaxed
Like letting ourselves drowning
In the sand,
Kissing each other all night
And it still doesn't suffice
Our urges,
And we realise its already dawn,
Girl when I looked into their eyes
I didn't find anything eternal;
But every time when I look
At you I feel the cobwebs parting
Away from me;
poem by Muthu Krishnan
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