A Tree
____________________________ruthraa
branching out to the
blue
your secret bristles
sigh in a
vent of all his hue and cry
of Pablo Picasso
with empty strokes
of thirst and lust.
your blooms dash to the moons
either half or full
either a poetry or a perverse
but the sky is always
longing a kiss with you
without any lips.
the chattering wings of the birds
splash the undying waves
rippling the mum in between the buds.
cool shade is a drink
distilled from those emerald canopy of
dazzling leaves
which i empty
unto the last drops
to the bottom of a bottomless cup.
I just curl up ocean like trees
into a Bonsai fancy
on my table to inspire a lot of words
to write
but in the sterile reams and reams
of paper
which are always blank and white.
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____________________________ruthraa
branching out to the
blue
your secret bristles
sigh in a
vent of all his hue and cry
of Pablo Picasso
with empty strokes
of thirst and lust.
your blooms dash to the moons
either half or full
either a poetry or a perverse
but the sky is always
longing a kiss with you
without any lips.
the chattering wings of the birds
splash the undying waves
rippling the mum in between the buds.
cool shade is a drink
distilled from those emerald canopy of
dazzling leaves
which i empty
unto the last drops
to the bottom of a bottomless cup.
I just curl up ocean like trees
into a Bonsai fancy
on my table to inspire a lot of words
to write
but in the sterile reams and reams
of paper
which are always blank and white.
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