Sunday, July 7, 2013

Finding frost... in july afternoon ...

God...
It took me real long
To decipher you
Frosty...
The blue in your soul...
Like a state of being cold, icy,
Turning back to everything,
Only shaking shivering cold
A desperado hidden in sublimity...

White
Why she left you?
Why she turned so blue?
And
Still
In blue you found you...
Like a struggle against...
Like a struggle within
To hold back
And also to run on Love's soft mellowed skin
Fingers...
As if a piano...
To send and create
A shiver too...
A blue...

God!
Why so frosty You become?
On a july afternoon so holy and so wholesome?

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