She broke into a flood of tears
as she rested
on my sentient shoulders,
softened by beams
of a tapering moon in jitters-
aloft on puffs of cumulous clouds,
opened up a box of packed emotions
lying in heart's secret gorge
seething like lava
of a feelingful night
as the flowers looked on
from clasp of bees tight
at this pitiable sight;
transfixed I listened
to the whispers, whines,
sobs and stutters
of a voice choked by dark despair
of a soul crumbling within;
night birds whimpered
from nests hidden by dark leaves
stars blinked on
as down they descended to peek in
at humans in love melting
their love narrating long stories
of endless aches and illusory deaths
deep into night's abysm.
In sparkles of tears
that burned up in beams,
in my tears coalescing into her streams
in words of two voices cajoling,
and in voice of birds solacing
in gurgles of a river overflowing
echoed the night of our suffering.
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