Saturday

Finding Me

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:

Marukatsu said...

Um,
interesting.
I'll come again.
Have a nice weekend!

nikheel said...

Classic, Sagar!! Loved this...

Sagar said...

Marukatsu~ Thanks.
Nikheel~ Thanks Nikheel, I am glad you liked it. :)

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