Your Thoughts

If I have my way,
every night I will sleep with your thoughts,
deeply drenched in the splendor of love,
and when I will break my long winding repose,
smiling and drenched in your opulent yore,
our grandeur allegory,
will beam through the dawn lit skies,
screaming silently our palatial tales
through the dancing agog of my gleaming eyes

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77 comments

  1. Way …
    Your thoughts
    Splendor of love
    Winding repose
    Opulent yore
    Grandeur allegory.

    Dawn lit skies,
    Palatial tales,
    Gleaming eyes!

    Shantanu, your own words..a poem within a poem!
    Precious are words so tender in their completion to compliment! Nicely done.

    Liked by 3 people

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