Perfect Shape

by Ridge   May 17, 2014


A grown man, coiled in maturity, confident inside his cocoon
Rare beautiful, rhapsody allegory
Brings me the world every time he smiles
In all its glory, it fixed upon a perfect shape
Intertwined in fire and water, storm and thunder
Lanterns flicker and our eyes click simultaneously
Cherishing the calm atmosphere damped by the oppressing traffic

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