Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Brunette hours

Like the burning lamp shade of desire,
The svelte night stood,

Like the tingling sounds of the wind-chime,
My nerves, sensed;
Some tickling…

Like the auburn curtains of romanticism,
My heart played Rondo;

Like the whoosh and the swish of the wind,
My breathe went all;

Like the sentient pillow of sentiments,
My mind framed sepia images;
Then flashing….

Like the rusty hinge on the door,
Corrosion of feelings;
My mind reminding……..

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