look at you, look at you.
Can you see the sky so blue ?
Can you see the trees behind you ?
Look at you.
Drops of your dreams have mixed with my ink,
when I write, through it, flows a lot of you.
I jump into the well, look at you in
the well so blue.
I fill my pen with the water of this well,
the sheets are wet.
If I were swimming, these sheets wouldn't know
Fluids continue to mix, with your faces floating on it.
Look at you.
Shringi
April 04, 2012
Painting by Daniel
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