Saturday, 14 February 2015

You know not what your love means to me

A gush of breath to the drowning soul
Or a slight ripple caressing the morning sea
A tremor breaking the peace of dusk
On this barren land - a lone desert tree
A lull of hope in a burnt town
And a drug from which I can’t break free
A glue to the brokenness of my being
A paradox aggravating the heart’s melee
You know not what your love means to me
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