i wish the world would forget me
melding into my mini-universe
amidst wispy clumps of trees
reassuring mountain peaks
silver-green and green gold glistening in the sun
pink tipped still life cavorting with the breeze
even a dead tree looks alive, standing alone
within this sea of brightened vigour
mists roll over the mountains
we roll over the mists
watching sleepy-headed flowers stir awake
as if woken by some gentler spirit
i trace strawberry hearts on your skin
these shameless carnations,
they flaunt their crimson mouths
drawing in for a kiss

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
  03.11.2012

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