A Gift for Valentine’s Day
Unfolded stories with prognostic
twists and turns, not furtive ,
colourless , dreams of today
heaped up in senseless moorings,
underneath my frilled pillow ,
those wet tears salty, irate,
roll on to remember me to
a tomorrow with a nugget
of chance , change, a tranquil alcove.
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