The first honest conversation

poem by: Aina A
Written on Apr 28, 2019 

"The language of a valley or a mountain
I use", he said.
"You are a rose".
"I am a lily", he said.
Inward I went, and
Furled up that flower, drenched and killed that mountain
I flooded that valley
With the sprinkles of doubt, and Second guessing of my piercing and inconsequential thoughts.
The pulsating heart beats, and the flushing of the resulting blood flow
My 'self' quickly forgets. 
The offence.

 

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