Transient Love

Nothing I write in this white paper for our life Darling evades word on morning untidy bed Left or right side plays conceit of love in sad Feelings enter here as like boat of portal hive Beak of heron teaches me to meet your strife Syntax makes dome of warm breath of thread Starry twinkling compiles thy soul not to be fed Tiresome verbose home shatters all on eye knife You've come as like picnic in my utopia of writing Have gone tie-less; shaking both charming chest Too far trance from my leisurely pensive mood Grave of tenacity I find in my wordily of frighten Unknowingly the last swan flies too upper as best Harsh leaf awakes sense as shining dawn code -Mary 08,2018, Chattogram