My many lives coalesce
Into gentle waters of the summer breeze.
Floating about this
Dream like paper, they tell stories
In black and white.
I am bleeding into
Your tired legs,
So that you may find what
The doves left upon virgin beaches.
Find me, find me
Love me, love me, and then explode
Into a million globules of the
Blood that flows in the veins of my heart.
3 comments:
Um,
interesting.
I'll come again.
Have a nice weekend!
Classic, Sagar!! Loved this...
Marukatsu~ Thanks.
Nikheel~ Thanks Nikheel, I am glad you liked it. :)
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