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Tiger
In blissful solidarity,
the tiger moves towards its midnight dream,
burning in itself the
fires of its complexion.
Like roses, whiskers
flicker in the
twilight breeze, the chill
of the night
extinguishing the obvious, but not
internal burnings.
And now it lies on itself, burnt out,
its pursuit accomplishes, and it sleeps in one piece,
but not in the suspected form.
Ashes.
the tiger moves towards its midnight dream,
burning in itself the
fires of its complexion.
Like roses, whiskers
flicker in the
twilight breeze, the chill
of the night
extinguishing the obvious, but not
internal burnings.
And now it lies on itself, burnt out,
its pursuit accomplishes, and it sleeps in one piece,
but not in the suspected form.
Ashes.
Published 28th May 2013
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28th May 2013 3:46am
Anonymous
28th May 2013 8:39am
A mystic write, phoenix from the flames.
You, my friend are an alchemist of words!
You, my friend are an alchemist of words!
30th Jun 2013 8:06am
