Saturday, June 2, 2012

The sky...

Looking at the sky...with redness
Added as riot of love these days so scarce...
Me thought you have done it with a purpose...
To remind me duly of the flight
Once I took... when the pineapple light
Fell just over you with a softness of cream
And I exfoliated under that touch of dream...
Looking at the sky of the twilight spread
I got letters of love printed in red...

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