Salt's worth

Oh! billow of this mountain wind

please hurry

and convey to her

my very own perfume


and waltz

because you can

and gather pace

like a typhoon

caress her temples

blow her locks wild

because you can

and I am banned

she is still

irate for nothing

and I want her back

so fly O! the one that carries many in flights

gather salt

from humidity

and deposit

it all on her lips

so that when

she finally is in my arms

she knows my salt’s worth!


What do you think?


Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.

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