of the eroding stone
by the ephemeral stream;
of the reed tottering in
the placid lake;
'tis the darkest of nights
moonless, hope-less;
but, the fragrance of jasmine
is creeping up the air,
kissing
the feisty cheeks of vermilion
emerging yonder easterly.
A tear splash and a ripple
dying in waves of joy.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
of the eroding stone
by the ephemeral stream;
of the reed tottering in
the placid lake;
'tis the darkest of nights
moonless, hope-less;
but, the fragrance of jasmine
is creeping up the air,
kissing
the feisty cheeks of vermilion
emerging yonder easterly.
A tear splash and a ripple
dying in waves of joy.
Palette of colours: despair dark, hope fragrant as jasmine white, manifestation feisty red, and joy colourless, only with a form as in a wave
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