Pick them up

the scattered breaths of remaining moments

somewhere they disperse , thy scent

mutely absorbing thine voice in my veins

await as they, the ephemeral

time of being together.

while the orchids showered on a barren patch

and snowed the sky with soft love of whiteness

I walk along the placid frosty lake

…wishing to be gathered in Repository of your composure…

©Soumya