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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
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Venkat said…
Hi.

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

VG.
June 20, 2007 at 4:25 PM
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