old and thoughtless
stark, inviting and isolated
Under the eyelids, were stories
of huts, tulips, bees, fishes and trees
We met outside an ocean
just when the sun was rising
We went inside the water to be left alone
The water drifted us apart, away
All I remember of him, are his eyes
moving away, under the water of the ocean
brown, stark, inviting and isolated
Shringi
April 17, 2012
:)
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