A Gold lettered Tryst
My evening was
Utterly colorless,
Gasping for the music
Of your smile.
Struggling to fathom,
Reason behind our love,
When the love bared
Beauty of its meaning,
Through a lone moon-lit tear
Painting a trail of our
Tender moments together
Lending a damp fragrance
To my tryst with,
The golden meaning of love!
….Vishwas
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