Her heart was laced
With fog and mist;
He wiped it clean
With his amorous touch
And showed her
The sparkling dreams
That languished there
Since years.
The gesture didn't demand
Ounces of intricate words;
It all happened in the
Canopy of a magical silence
With an assuring look
And an invisible thread
That bind their souls together
Since ages.
-Purba Chakraborty
14.01.2016
Linking this poem with Prompt Nights – On Popular Demand [1] and Poetry Pantry #285
