Sunday 19 June 2011

no words beyond

And you can't hear or see
Only experience in a world
Still to be created.
The scent of you penetrates
Through the thin veil of time
Crashing into me like a burning blade.

I talked to my reason
But it is deaf to me
and this feeling
Gives my blood a new course in you.

Because the words
I love you
Are just one grain of sand
In the desert of my emotions.

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Note of the author: Lies taste of incense.

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