I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate Poem by Mark Heathcote

I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate



I am a pomegranate
ready to explore its riches
I am a snowfall at your gate.
Push hard to unlock the laches,
my beloved, before;
the wind changes, and my heart ices.
I am an instrument you alone must play.
I'll sing loves turbulences, come what may.
I will dance and hear you say - I am yours.

Sunday, July 13, 2014
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Gajanan Mishra 13 July 2014

pure love, perfect love, come what may..

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