Dew on these poems

Jun 1, 2013 | Kabir

Dew on these poems

“There is dew
on these poems in the morning,
and at night a cool breeze may rise from them.
In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim.
I like talking to you like this. Have you moved
a step closer?
Soon we may be
kissing.”

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