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Saturday 28 March 2009

Good Night

The lights go blind,
And the day swirls in,
Snuggle, do I then,
As my world folds in.


Shamanth,
27th march 2009.

Monday 23 March 2009

If I were a poet...

While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight, into the shining sun

-Pink Floyd

Friday 13 March 2009

She Shines

Upright she sits, engrossed in her studies, untroubled by the bright of the setting sun washing over her. She scribbles, ponders, frowns and digs her bag, unaware that the sun twinkles in her glasses. She runs her fingers from above her temple, over her ear to the back of her neck. Meanwhile, her soft dark brown hair sails through shadow black to dusty golden yellow. Stroking her neck softly, she tries to stare the desk down.

Sinking in her chair she looks up pensive, as her neck arches out to bathe in the yellow. The light seems to diffuse with dust in her puff of exasperation.

Her eyes now turn to the cup of coffee standing tall at the corner of the table.

"One sip!" she moans, as her fingers wrap around.

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