Poem 12 (Collection 3)

On a cool summer morning,
you glided by swiftly,
perched yourself on the window of my dim-lit room
and bit love into my frozen heart.
Sometimes you exploded like the moon light
into my dreary night sky
lighting up my world.
And everytime I look into the mirror,
I see you
busy rescuing me from myself
from my grave,
from turning into a ghost
and bringing me back to life.

You are my everyday prayer.

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