Sunday, 5 February 2012

SYMBOL OF LOVE


With breathing fast,
Senses go with sequences,
Almost dripped

Into fortune of
Assimilation of dreaming,
Speech rattled.

I am moving in,
Covered in expense of laugh
Perception flows.

I am binding
Something in white paint,
Sweet smells.

End of quivering,
Settled in bold courage,
Destiny achieved.

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