Sunday, March 27, 2011

Pearl

The thought slipped into halt,
At the lacuna of your image,
Painted on dreamed concave,
Of hollow tear drop!

Like the preciousness stored,
In the silence of an oyster,
You exist in my nothingness,
Vacuum gushes within!

As I remember the quietness,
Of your void glances,
Am driven into your absence,
Dwelling in crevices of love!

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