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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