As the oars part the shore
And my lips part his,
The tides leave behind,
A world of peace
Under the benign sky,
On a silent land,
Begins my lore,
Of war and love.
The tanks grunted,
The rifles roared,
The long twilight
faded into the night,
The moon shone
Through the fleecy clouds,
Sans love, Sans Remorse,
The lust for battle ,
took its own course.
One bleak day,
As tears leave my eyes
And the sun fades out,
On a barren land,
Under the smoky clouds,
My lips part his
And he leaves me alone
To end my lore
Of Love and War.
Inspired by Xenia Simonov
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What happens in between??
That my friend, is for you to imagine
. I know what happens though! Ill probably make it a to be continued and write another post on the “in-betweens” 
I have written about the in-betweens. let me know what You think
oh..about the inbetweens..
I can surely guess that u havnt been in love..
the verse is too smart to be poetic.. just like Emily Dickinson’s..
keep singing !!
Suvarna : Si vous le dites!
Awesome. Keep it up.
concise and beautiful. perfect.
@Sriram @Raja
Thank You
women ARE complicated !!