Thursday, November 5, 2015

Tejal Jhaveri Moen- A Poem

Don’t Touch My Soul

The fairy dust settles
On my lashes,
Lightly, magically
Making me see
An optical illusion,
A reflection of love
Of which I seek.

The enchanting rose,
So maliciously sweet,
Touched my soul,
A most beautiful scar
Given by a single kiss.

A drop of blood
After the embrace of a
Most handsome thorn
Is cherished yet grieved.
The sadness and beauty of life —
Which am I to believe?

(c)  Tejal Jhaveri Moen 2015

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