Lonely was the night, hooted an owl nearby,
slowly she glided , under start-studded sky,
Silver gown flowed, over the velvet moss,
waved dark tresses, reflecting angelic gloss,
Staring at the words, embossed in gold,
trickled solitary tear,silent and cold,
{Caressing his wounds,her heart had shivered
resting in embrace,breath quivered, }
Blossoms lay dried,withered was her heart
engraved on a stone – Till Death do us part.
Each dusk, when sun goes down the hill,
arrives her apparition, serene and still.
@Sankoobaba
so did you cry 😛
hehehe thanks a lot 😀
@Insignia
/it was a ghost!! // yes it was 😀
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@Harini
thanks a lot 😀
@Bhagyashree
welcome to my blog gal 😀
thanks a lot 😀
@Pixie
thank you so much 😀
@Guria
//your words touched and embraced me… // awww
glad you liked it
thnaks a lot 😀
@Chitra
thank you so much
welcome to my blog 🙂
@Sathish
hehehe I am glad you dropped by and commented 😀
thanks a lot 😀
@Kanagu
thank you 😀
@Gyanban
thank you so much 😀
@Swaram
thanks a lot 😀
@D_Observer
creeps huh 😛
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@Jon
ya even i thought the picture was a little too bold…
thanks a lot 😀
eyes try hard..
to let out tears..
good one!
Intense and Beautiful 🙂
Wow…wonderful!! and it was a ghost!! Strongly described emotions