Bereavement
In
the aisle of that seaside dwelling, where time froze, losing momentum
As
an embodiment of grief into a nymph stood, She...He too, closely...
She
bit her flush lower lips hard; to prevent the radiant but filled eyes
From
cascading, a burning stream through her florid cheeks.
She
was exhausted in futile exertion, to restrain her resonant heart beats
And
draining energy from the feebly trembling, tender body...
While
cool breeze, ushering the seashore uproar played mischief with curls
Unable
to set them right, crystallized, she stood...
He
came to bid farewell..., Moments, when dense silence transformed to eloquence...
She
resembled a Venus sculpture..., the blue heavens reflected their tender
affection...
Her
undulating prodigious breast, simulating ever enduring billows of the sea
A
vehement love fascination with mere remnants of luminary reminiscences...
He
craved to embrace and hold her intensely, close to heart,
To
kiss passionately on lamenting lips and to whisper love chants to ears...
In
a flash moment, when a melancholic smile flickered and vanished
He
could just, gently fondle her cheek with his right hand
While
holding her hand with the other hand and gazing each other
Never
had they realized that a reunion is a never blooming dream flower.
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