Between You and Me: VIII

On a Sunday evening
An idle corner
Filled by you and me
Tears happen for no reason
Don't they, I said as a preamble

You, busy with the evening sky
And its colors...

O, yes, they do
I said answering my own question
And began to laugh...

Tears rolled down my cheeks
Etching my visage!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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