Slow rainy evening
caramelized by your scents
senses overpowered,
by sugar rushes.
Outside,
clouds soak in unoffered feelings...
Songs, sing
colors, flow
invisible beings,
come to life.
I cannot call this an illusion anymore
~
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Proma! I really like this poem. I hope you keep writing more of them. I could just imagine the rain and the rain clouds while reading this... the way the water sprinkles itself onto leaves is beautiful too.
Thank you so much Priya :)
Excellent use of caramalized... another self-assured, strong poem.
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