before one gets too old


FullMoonOcean

before we really grow old
And begin bemoaning
That is no country for old men
Come, My Love
Let’s go to the blue horizon
And beyond
lying on the pearly expanse
with the stars as our witness
let me kiss the words from your mouth
I wish to be caught in a wrinkle of time with you
let time be our shroud
where you and I
are together forever
come, my love
let’s go to that perfect world
never to come back again..

 

~Rashmi Bharadwaj ~

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