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Sincere seasons


a pool of mystic blue
a parched sky
and a pillar of strength

changing the old ways of the earth
planting new trees
feeding.gently moulding.

a slab of see-through glass
and my Soul to give.
I live and exist.
You, love.

anonymous singers and a sea of gold
a tuneless whistle and a graceful bow.
interlinked Fingers and curly Hair.
the shadow of a Smile.
the Eyes of a mystic.

countless stars .and a green horizon.

one, two or three..the numbers grow.
a reed of music.
and a jet plane.

a quest for the truth.
unsullied.
a colour so new and pure.

old habits DIE.Hard.

crossing the threshold of thorns
wiping the dust off those roads.
a new path.new hopes.

warm tingles at the base of a heart.

someday it shall be so.
painted roads and red alleys.
humming the happy blues.
an eye ,that nose..
a Red, red rose.

And those little Words..
at the Harp.
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Comments

BlueLotus said…
Wow....
Very Nice.... :)
May 31, 2007 at 12:56 PM
Carpe Diem... said…
well tht special someone shud b readin this..wud feel more special too...u r fallin in love honeybuns...may the sweetness linger forever....
June 8, 2007 at 9:53 PM
lavieenrose said…
i am afraid that this SS may not have a great inclination towards poetry!..SS called it NICE,though..what do you make of that!!
June 9, 2007 at 12:12 PM
Carpe Diem... said…
well may be SS cudnt express xself in poetic terms...or SS must'nt hav understood the implied underlyin meanin behind it...u know how the species XY are..!!!
June 11, 2007 at 7:43 PM
lavieenrose said…
ha ha..imagine SS walking up to me and saying..Anu you know your poetry breathes the essences of captured "illusional realities" that exist at the bottom of every heart..blah blah :D pooh
June 12, 2007 at 6:58 PM
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