Like rust, we blendInto something neither of us are.
Clinging tenuously
To this world of prettiness
Until the all-pervading wind
Sweeps us away
Into far away lands
Where none understand our words
But lovers breathe us in deeply
And say
"Love is in the air".
The concept of this poem is unique. The image looks less a uyirr poo and more a uyirilladha maram ;-).
ReplyDeleteNice.
Really nice poem. Liked it a lot!
ReplyDeleteAah - this image is more like it. Thanks for paying heed to my comment on it, and changing the previous tree picture to this apt flower.
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