tenderly tickled

i love loving you
there was no beginning and there would be no end
being kept in the unwashed winds of time
and rowing afar to the infinite snowlines
its all a new day, renewed and afresh
watching my soft finger nails caressing those untouched lips

i am getting myself back
through you and with you

i love missing you
may be the fallen tears were yet to find an answer
listening to what they say flowing on the tiny cheeks
its much beautiful than before
where art has not yet discovered a pencil to attempt...

                                                               to be contd

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