Sunday, July 14, 2013

Like a red egg yolk... the twilight peeped...

Like red egg yolk
Soft
The twilight
Peeped
Through
The greenish dark
Distant,
Like a bindi on her forehead
Red
On glow...
As if
She had gone
To a temple,
With a candle held
In her hand
Glowing soft
The twilight
Peeped
Distant
Through
The greenish dark...

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