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Desired Hues

I will paint
The rainbow for you
In my little canvas
Of million shades ...

Perfection ??
Attainable
When I am Us.

Sustenance?
I can promise.

Just
That
Don't bring me a palette
of dark black
The day after.

SoUmY@


Comments

Rukhiya said…
How we wish never to see black..
Wrung me deep..is all Il say..rest is for you to decipher..which i know u will :)
April 30, 2008 10:12 AM
Cinderella said…
This is one of my faves from you.

How you entwine feelinsga and words is something that shall always delude me, and you make me wanna be able to write something so beautiful as this...

Ping me at cinderellasays@gmail.com. I'd love to chat up with you.
April 30, 2008 2:24 PM
Antigone said…
did i tell you before that i like the look of your blog, its rich colors and classy layout?
the poem, has the power of the unsaid... :)
May 02, 2008 8:59 PM
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