Sunday, 20 July 2008

the poem of the para-temporal place.


she left

shush, the lines are praying
is that what it meant?
she left
and she left
a debt
on the roses who teach walking
she left
holding her kiss in the seven skies
for now, I'm free
I shall set free
All the stories
about her eyes
to the legend of the setting suns
until the rise.

7 comments:

jouja™ said...

love the poem .

Deema said...

Jouja:

thank you :)

Big Pearls said...

beautiful poem

Deema said...

Big pearls

mashkoora :)

Someday said...

to the legend of the setting suns
until the rise
Lovely! ;)

Deema said...

Someday,

until the rise :)

Hammer said...

This is one of the most refreshingly-sweet poems I have read in a longish while.

You have a beautiful soul, and a great talent, Deema. Do keep it up.

All the best.

H.H.