White is the colour

In which I'll find the traces

Of  your mesmerizing

Creamy soft existence,

When I'll let go of  you.

.

Dawn is the time when

I'll catch the glimpse of

Your shining self,

When my dark black night

Will fade into your bright morrow.

.

Orchids are the flowers

In which I'll find the smell of yours.

I'll be lost in the hues

Of  your tender petals,

When you won't be with me.

.

I promise to confess my love then -

When I'll watch you from afar.

.

- Ipsita Mitra Pupu

20/08/2021
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A poem inspired by cattleyaon5th  's story "Soleil Blanc"
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