Lines curve strange pictures in our life,
Purple of dream melts into sorcery of dark.
I loved blue, while she erased her past,
Past confined beyond my reach, beyond my grasp.
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There seems to be a communication gap between two lovers sharing their time over a cup of coffee: I wished, she understood my pain, Pain of suppressed thousand slaughtered swans. I heard what she didn’t say, I dreamt what she never meant.
I love the way it ends...A magnificent works by your words....I truly loved this poem...Thank you for sharing this wonderful write with us, Anurag...Perfect 10! Cheryl