Over the nettles of silver trees;
Of bursting jackfruits..
Timeless;
Through threaded isles of flaking bark,
Floating in her palm..
Seasonless;
Segregated in silk and dew;
In the broken plagued green;
Incongrous;
She, the Motionless Crest..
Of foregone departure..
Hung by a tiny paw..
In blanches of sighs..
4 comments:
Aaahhh Mesmerizing
Ooohhh Tantalising
"jackfruits...,her palm...,tiny paw..., sighs..." ----> Speechless!
the whole composition---> like having chicken, Boneless!...yo!...:)
Beautiful imageries as always. Nice 2b back.How r u doing?Drop by my place again.
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