Tuesday 17 August 2010

Shadows on his Existence

Morning Dew from a poised red Jasmine
Floats into consciousness

The sweet nectar of human condition
The blue fire of an eternal flame lit by the wintry water of an undying fountain
The tormentor of hearts' misery and the phantom of sublime dreams

Only sunsets and dappled light cast shadows on his existence.
-AA

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