In the cold December night <br />Laying on his bare chest <br />Rhythm of his beats in my veins <br />whispers slithering in the ocean inside <br />and sinking in my soul as he said <br />“I can count the stars …….which are mine” <br /> <br />In the rainy September eve* <br />Standing alone by the roadside <br />Rhythm of his beats still frozen in my veins <br />And he slipped from the veil of eon <br />behind the blue cloud’s fence and whispered <br />“I can still count the stars…. which are mine”<br /><br />irum inayat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-which-are-mine/
