The Burning Room: My Letters and Your Songs

Fading : Photography by Sirishty Thakur©

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I will let my vocals,

Touch the spring season of your night.

Forget the candle burning, till it flames my desire.

Carelessly will run bare feet, in the woods tonight.

Promise me that you will not chase,

But you will be staying, next to your mahogany piano.

I will return and follow the essence of the burning room,

The room where it is easy to find you.

Lose you and your antiquity of the notes,

Composed by your wooden keys and chords.

Illusion’s so mesmerizing, I’ll be asking the broken mirror to trap the memory.

But the dilemma, whether to stay, if you hold my hand to your heart.

So, I will be erasing the letters in the burning room, I will be dancing till it fumes my pricked sole.

Our delinquent love will be howled by this passionate Moon.

Darling,

The night is ours ,

But the ashes will blister my letters to your songs.

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© 2021 Sirishty Thakur