Is it a cold winter sound
When I feel your warmth
a smile grows wide beneath
When you whisper loud
It heals all past and wound
With your gaze, you trap me down
With you as my crown
You are me my own
When your words disappear
Waves from shore reappear
They drench my heart, not my feet
In the cold, your eyes glow with some heat
The eyes that I can't miss
Keep wondering about the beauty, I wish
Your eyes forget to wave a bye
cause they want to stay
So what did you say
When you whisper loud
It heals all past and wound
I lose myself to you
When I searched back, your Whispers were found
Keep talking while still walking
scratching scars in my heart while you are smiling
Never see me again, but don't leave me now
Whisper Loud but don't ask me how
With you as my crown
You are me my own
You make me feel good
reminding my of favourite food
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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