Monday, April 25, 2011

Blue...

Spirals of deep blue
In my blood
Making slow circles
Freezing
Everything else
Stirring only that
Which I long for
The only faces I see
Clearly
Eyes. Ears. Lips. Smile
This poison has seen my heart...
The final warmth
Coming from all that was....

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2 comments:

  1. PujaApril 27, 2011 at 10:03 PM

    'this poison has seen my heart'
    see what a first can do? seconds n thirds couldn't get this out in you.. :-)

    your this poem is like a throbbing vein!

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  2. d'cApril 28, 2011 at 1:54 AM

    ah well :) wuwle

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