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the stars shine down


a fog of love on a pillow
marked A and B
crystals of sugar on the window sill
boiling water.and fire.

led by the hand.
to the altar of truth.
eyes blind.plain acquiescence.
red and mauve and pink.

a blue so startlingly white.
that i know not what to say.
fingernails and blinds.
curtains and pitfalls.
evens and odds
round and round

soothed egos and parched throats
a dash of love.
a litre of wine.and star studded evenings
lithe blossoms tossing their dainty heads
in the wild wild wind.
a note of surprise not sorrow.
when she said "i do"

hands held and fingers entwined.
a fair breath of spice and salt.
white and black and all things nice.

and me...the well wisher of the stars

Comments

Venkat said…
Hi.

Very Nicely Presented and its really poetic:)and nice usage of words too:) Keep up the good work.

VG.

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