And be these juggling friends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
~William Shakespeare
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
~William Shakespeare
A poem ..by me
You promised
You promised to pick a reflected beam
Of moonlight from the dark waters
To weave in my hair
You promised to get me kohl from the night skies
To make my eyes more enigmatic
The sunshine smiles mysteriously
The night sky drapes the world in black
The breeze moans as it rustles up
Memories that lie buried under autumn leaves
When i reach out to put a speck
Of my kohl on your radiant forehead
a handful of mist is all i have
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