Like the waves that cocoon
the empty wind,
protecting it against the falling snow,
the same wind,
which gives up its warmth
for shivering blades of grass,
I will catch your tears before
they fall to the ground,
soothing the burning trail
with cool kisses
and some laughs
over hot cups of tea:
my soul breathing in eternity
through those child-like,
uncontrolled
laughs
© Geetakshi Arora
August 5, 2014
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