I
dream of that dusk,
When
I shall see you in black,
No
jewel but silver,
No
thread other than black,
A
line of kohl on your eyes,
No
additions, no editions,
Those
honest lips which never lie,
No
treachery, no seductions,
Not
exclusive yet special,
Incredible
yet mortal,
I
wonder my love what,
Thou
shall appear that eve,
When
thy arms I grab,
And
this world I leave.
From My Poems: HERO
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