A Honeymoon to Die for
A Honeymoon to Die for
Floats merrily,
Glistening on
The river of my life
Night.. like a lonely moth,
Hovers endlessly
Around the surreal flame
Of my dream-life
The first ray of dawn
Wakes-up my dream
Molten in the arms of life,
Wedding their hands
Into man and wife!
A life fused with its dream,
Into a divine couple!
Dancing their way to…
An eternal honeymoon
That others call “DEATH”!
….Vishwas
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