13 March 2009

..heaven..

-to "i"-

My burning chest.
...A book.
......A glass of chilling juice resting on wood.
.........A bright cactus.
............A hopping bird gently sipping dribbles of a fountain.
...............Tree branches swaying to the wind.
..................A soft blue sky hugging the scorching sun in its heart.
My racing heart follows the distance between us.
Your eyes are my sun, and the journey to the them- heaven.


amal,
8 March 2009

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