Uttering verses
making sketches &
dwelling inside dreams,
she allures
thoughts
from depths of
my diabolic self.
hidden inside hues
she reveals
sporadically
as red, as blue
as mist, as autumn dew
certain warmth
to a weary seeker
In his besotted eyes
trepidity crawls
as he sleep-walk
unmindful
of tremulous breeze
whilst dreams rehash
even outside his sleep...
6 comments:
Wwaaahh! It's beautiful! ^_^ Loved the random rhyming and the choice of words, reminiscent of tenderness, on this piece (which, I might add, is a tad different from your other pieces with respect to tone). *big hug*
My fave lines:
she reveals
sporadically
as red, as blue
as mist, as autumn dew
wonderful :) u r like old wine. getting better with each new post :) love it...too touching and too painfully beautiful. a true one of the dreamers. i salute u sir :)
L~
*for the dreamers* typos :P
L~
Ah, maybe I am just more melancholy than I regularly am, but somehow this piece made me feel sad than anything else.
beautifully intense, like a collage that creates a specific sketch with a variation of vague yet distinct bits of images. impressed!
Like the soft, dewy feel of these words. :)
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