I received this truly wonderful poem a few weeks ago.  - poetheart 03/15/02

When I kissed you
In the arid waste of that cheek
The tangle of your hair did dissect
Indulged in making a tale brief
Of some sombre trivial demise
Of hope forlorn or of rainy nights
And the communication between two hearts
Flowered perhaps in meadows of grass
Sweet whispers stopped not
A song of soul on warm lips
Neither charm away nor stop now
The wonder of love in mind's crypts.

by Durlabh Singh

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