O! So far away,
Meeting right away isn’t possible anyway,
Won’t the sun,
Won’t the stars,
Won’t the moon,
Won’t the birds,
Carry a message of my longing to my beloved?
A gush of wind gently kissing my cheeks,
My go-to messenger.
Acknowledgements :- In response to dVerse Quadrille challenge #122 and Saturday Symphony challenge# 22. Thank you De aka Whimsygizmo & Jude for hosting the respective challenges. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.