Saturday, April 25, 2015

Adreyo Sen- A Poem

The Architect

I am but a writer.

You are my architect.

You ford my racing thoughts,
you build bridges between my ideas
and color my landscapes 
with stories about your day.

Your smile is my novel's sun.
It never goes away.

And at the end of a long evening,
your kiss brings Hope 
into all my worlds,
and real.

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