i prefer dark starry nights
than blinding days
as you look at me
between the eyes of moon
of the exquisite roses;
gloomy and calm
.
as i feel closest to you
wit is far most in the sun
more and more
planets to planets
galaxies and dusts
.
as at night,
we see each other
through the third eye
in the loud, pleasing silence
making love with the soul
.
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Riju Chaulagai
I am in my early 20s and I have been writing poems for a couple of years now.
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Another beautiful one, Riju. Full of dreamy nocturnal atmosphere.