Shayari Bazar

FRANCESCAYou came in out of the nightAnd there were flowers in your hands,Now you will come out of a confusion of people,Out of a turmoil of speech about you.I who have seen you amid the primal thingsWas angry when they spoke your nameIn ordinary places.I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away,So that I might find you again,Alone.