Premalekhalu: Love notes to the self
Journal, Poetry, Random Notes to the self. And ofcourse, Love Letters
Saturday, 9 July 2016
Sweet Wine
You came again on the wings of glow
of the lustful crescent's summer-flow
We bathed then in thorn-strewn roses
Wounded silences, scarred discloses
Then your hand wrapped round mine
grouses drowned in night's sweet wine
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