The heart is sad and mad.
Ribbons are cut into pieces.
Strewn in deeper abysses..
You go scuba -diving
Looking for pearls bigger than tear drops.
You find the old ship haunted,
Mad stories re-counted
Played infront of your very eyes.
The wonder that reflects is the way she sighs
And then finally shies..
The colors all change
The light reaches
The ocean regales.
Time flies a bit…
The earrings from Greece
Have Pearls bigger than her tear drops.
Imageries. They worked.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should quote you..
ReplyDelete"Lets say...I keep waiting for each word that flows through you."
Mesmerising ..
thank you...both...
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