#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 13
Love
I dreamt of you last night.
And I am awaken now,
thinking of the fallen leaves
and you.
Amongst the spring trees,
you were glowing with grief.
I called for the reason,
you were hiding behind the bushes.
But you ignored me
and settled with your drogue chutes.
Why am I feeling the same flakiness then,
like the worn-out souls?
I can’t find my neck,
where you had marked love.
I feel like a lost platoon
in the accepted crowd.
I can be
as free as clouds,
as bright as colors.
Then why does everything seem unassuming?
I dreamt of you last night.
And I am awaken now,
thinking of you.
It feels like a kiss,
isn’t it?
Prompts:
• Do you remember the last sentences that lead to your first kiss? Write a poem using it as the first or last sentence #Therandomlifafa #NaPoWriMoXShikhaholic @therandomlifafa
• Grief #thealiporepostpoetrymonth @thealiporepost
• What if you wake up as a shape-shifter? #ebanapowrimo'23 @elitebookawards
This post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2023
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