A Tender hope

Ecstasy or confusion?
Beauty or a demon?
Love is an idea,
a line on my white sheet,
a drop of that paint
on my canvas,
a drop mistaken-
or created on purpose?
Only time will
read it right or
write it as a history,
Till then,
Its a sigh of relief,
a story untold,
a leaf unfurls,
I am watching-
with my eyes wide open,
singing to the tunes of
unknown boundaries,
hoping for a sunrise.

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