Poetry

Fragrance of Wet Hair

The fragrance under the wet hair of yours,
Could I barely leave that all alone.
Accompanied all the way with me but,
When it rained it reminded of You walking along my soul.

Shivers like those glittering stars
All above those somewhere in the darkness you hold,
Wait for the longer fleets to close all the distance,
When covered that the remains of You still walk in Me.

Hold me with what you couldn’t have,
Hardly when stairs keep falling out of the way,
The tenacious grip of you within keeps me walking,
When I dare not take step,
When it rained it reminded of you walking along my soul.

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