gurujib

Romance Point [4]
esspeecee [21.10.08.]

Tipped toe-ly
Dusk droops,
Plays with
Naive teen.

She fills up
Stoic beech wood
With rustle and sigh.

Ripples whisper
O’ teen
Do you hear: Love?
From moon.

Teen bewildered
Say what; She..?

Love had pored, she-
On Romance Point,
Fragrance smeared
Feet of
Her…?
She quests for!