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Jan 31, 2009
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my bed was cold last night
My bed was cold last night
as if a ghost had come to sleep with me,
my foolish heart was freezing
from its depths within and
the room was shivering with mortality
closing my eyes,
shadows coalesced,
colours bled one into the other
Icelandic blue and the red of Machu Picchu
formed a path strewn with flowers
floating,
weightless,
on each lotus blossom
I stepped
inside the alcazar
where Lovers go
who sleep alone
I am Queen of my cold château
I am Empress of my citadel.
as if a ghost had come to sleep with me,
my foolish heart was freezing
from its depths within and
the room was shivering with mortality
closing my eyes,
shadows coalesced,
colours bled one into the other
Icelandic blue and the red of Machu Picchu
formed a path strewn with flowers
floating,
weightless,
on each lotus blossom
I stepped
inside the alcazar
where Lovers go
who sleep alone
I am Queen of my cold château
I am Empress of my citadel.
— Kailashana, Jan 31, 2009
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Ink Dragon
17 years 4 months ago
Anna,
R.M.Shanmugam
17 years 4 months ago
The way of telling is
Conect11
17 years 4 months ago
actually,