In the cold December night
Laying on his bare chest
Rhythm of his beats in my veins
whispers slithering in the ocean inside
and sinking in my soul as he said
“I can count the stars …….which are mine”
In the rainy September eve*
Standing alone by the roadside
Rhythm of his beats still frozen in my veins
And he slipped from the veil of eon
behind the blue cloud’s fence and whispered
“I can still count the stars…. which are mine”
irum inayat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-which-are-mine/
