My Awaited Spring

My Awaited Spring sonnet poems

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I have witnessed your tears where autumn has grown
Down into the dark deeps of your bantam eyes
Final leaf was left behind when all we’re gone
When Frost breeze have sing your last night’s cry

Black outlined eyes of her has to be rare
And her breathe closing together upon my pillow space
Yet I knew she belied with a false compare
Where my autumns come alive within her black dress

Here is our moment latent behind those docile moan
Eluding from your lips where dewy line is crossed
Decades later, the violets in the spring has grown
After an endless endure of the white boreal frost
Curves in your lips is all I can bring
My dawn will bring you, my all awaited spring

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Deovarat Sharma

Excellent write Tushar.. beautiful imagery.


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