23-24 August 2011

The moon softly sets

In blue slumber subsides

While the sun rises

In wake of day all regrets

Will weigh you down like anklets

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She wears her bracelets

Into the day she glides

Toil surmises

Memories pearls lie in baskets

To string and lay in caskets

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Sun high in the sky

Scorches the dying brown grass

While ants move uphill

The leaves now motionless lie

Whispering each other’s sigh

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She blackens her eye

With liner looking in glass

At her face so still

A blackened eye does not cry

But holds itself oh so high

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Sun mellowed now frets

Descending ball down  it rides

Thousand demises

The stillness all earth blankets

Like a hundred dark carpets

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She wipes the droplets

That to her skin sun confides

And brow disguises

Cloak of night she now revets

Painting lips red like garnets

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Birds to safety fly

While ants crawl home as they pass

With piping so shrill

We all in our own way try

Reaching what fate would imply

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She brushes her thigh

Against the dust that would mass

On her window sill

Craning neck for night to spy

Dusk and dawn into hearts pry

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The sun then plummets

In crimson feasts on all sides

On moon’s surprises

Come time of splendid banquets

Feet move in frenzied ballets

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Mingling with trinkets

The dark dress to her feet slides

As she arises

Thoughts revolve on like planets

Around this night for poets

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