Write / Wither

She had eyes with a cauldron of love,
As if she spoke words just with her sight and nothing above.

As the sun hit her beautiful eyes,
they melt the oceans made of ice,

Drenched to the bones with all the pain.
Wash the wind of loneliness in a single rain,

I held her words high,
Without any doubt of lie.

I do wish to see more,
I wish to see her once more.

– Karthik

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