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h y p n o s i s
Unsure-unaware I run my fingers
thru the lush jungle of your hair
and watch it come alive with scents
my fingers get tangled as I sit trapped
my eyes cease to blink in momentary mesmer
in those twin trapdoors to your ageless soul
two aquamarine lakes in the land of luminescent
white and peach-endless-flawless-glorious
they impart the familiar essence of silence
in their captivating serenity
in the alluring divinity
beatific-beauteous
everything else
becomes fluid
periphery-
a swirling
b l u r.
Published 29th Mar 2012
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29th Mar 2012 10:57pm
2nd Apr 2012 12:41pm
Anonymous
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30th Mar 2012 11:51am
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2nd Apr 2012 12:43pm
8th Apr 2012 10:00pm
It's so beautiful. Obviously. With the perfect amount of words to be what it is. I can tell by reading many of your poems that you are all in when it comes to being a poet. The life of a poet living through the medium comes through as much as the poem itself, and I appreciate that. It's not something everyone can, or would choose to, do. Your poetry has special blessing woven into it as a result.
8th Apr 2012 11:39pm
Selah
The most beautiful thing anyone could
have said on this day.:)
A startling analogy which excites me
with its innocence and accuracy.
Thank you.
Sumeet
The most beautiful thing anyone could
have said on this day.:)
A startling analogy which excites me
with its innocence and accuracy.
Thank you.
Sumeet
