When Soft Lies Are Whispered Into The Ears…
the sea, the moonlight
the shining sands afar
and the landscape one far
stretching silhouette
you and i
standing in the sit-out
with the horizon beckoning
isn’t that a perfect setting
for all lies to transform into
one eternal truth…?
and your gentle whispers
flowed into my ears as a
cascading moonlight...
i bathed naked...
15jan2010
19.37hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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