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Gone, With the Wind...

You stand on the brink
The cliff hanging in the wind
Stretched far beneath you
Is the valley, green and deep

Wind plays in you hair
Upon your lips a melody sweet
Arms outstretched to take in the feel
The heavenly fragrance of the breeze

Your shapely form, the rippling muscles
Taut, well-worked-out, compelling me
To creep close to you and touch you,
Desires of youth stir within me

You oblivious turn to me:
'Did you see the seagull fly by?
So joyous, so happy, so free!'
While I, was already bound to thee....

You flew away with the bird,
Mingled with the universe...
Leaving me standing there
Empty handed, in sorrow, In grief....

Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
24.03.2010
2.30 pm

Image: http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/GSH/GSH332/dark-skinned-man-standing_~GS222009.jpg



Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2010-04-03 at 12:11

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shells
I found this so sad, as though you were standing remembering a moment of your past when someone you cared deeply about was there, but alas now is not, beautiful poetry nonetheless.
2010-04-03