Come quietly
When the sun might be diffused
Be seized and red in the sky
A soft wind gust
Scattered to touch your hair
Edge of the moon is shining
Even the stars to wake sleeping
doors chain quitely
Be hiding in the arms of sleep
Roaming stray pieces of cloud
Become gatekeepers turns cautious
Hiding in solitude
I will opened the door of heart
You come quietly
peeping in my eyes
to live Ages in a singal moment
poem by Seema Gupta
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