She is mine

by Chima   Jun 27, 2012


Her cheek rosy
painted golden with fame
some tropical nuts bluish
dark insect eat through but they stay remain calm
as her jewelries radiate the infinite peace of mind

the world is some converging lens
i will place myself at the focal length if i have to inorder to get to her
she seperates me from her dark sister grip
so i worship her
i needed to get this fusion
but i had to get closer
so i did and now i am floating suspended from the red carpet above
with my hands on the trigger
pointing at the mission

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  • 11 years ago

    by Mohan

    Nice lines keep writing