Sunday, 20 February 2011

Blue...(Nina.S 20.02.11)

So still and tranquil
Peaceful to the neighbours,
Resting in the dark meadows.
The silence can be heard,
By those whose souls you caressed
Redolent musk following them.

A gentle mist appears,
From an unknown place,
Seeking for sanctuary in every nook.

A figure hovering above me,
Phlegmatic and blue,
Dew drops settling onto the rubbery skin,

Why are you there?
Facing upon me,
A chill diffuses through me.

This is me,
I am gazing at myself
No! How can this be?

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