Fleeting winds through those panes.
Sweet scent of musk.
Whisper in the air and rustling sheets.
While love sweep through those locks.
Juliet and her balcony.
Love life lost and found.
{ Note : I saw this balcony at Piazza Navona,Rome. I could write a poetry then and there. Photo courtesy my husband.}
6 comments:
This sounds so beautiful! and with the image I could actually see Juliet! :)
Thanks so much for the appreciation.. Helps to keep up the imagination.
What do you do when you are free... I am too a women sitting without job... I used to work before.... How you wrote and enjoy....
Good Job keep it up
Brian (Intel)
Thanks Brian :)
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