Poetry

Come to me, o my darling

Come to me, o my darling
Come to me through the wind
As the cold breeze kisses my face
And the dusk settles in

Come to me, o my darling
Come to me through the rain
As the world delves into silence
And nothing else remains

Come to me, o my darling
Come to me through the storm
As the dark clouds rule the sky
And all light is gone

Come to me, o my darling
Come to me through the dark
As night swallows the world
And stars conceal their spark

You came to me, o my darling
You stayed with me through it all
As I held our son in my arms
His eyes—exactly like yours, moved the pall
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About the Author Saanvi Mishra The Mother's International School, New Delhi · India

Saanvi Mishra is a student at The Mother's International School in New Delhi, India. Her poetry explores grief, memory, and the quiet ways the people we lose find their way back to us.

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