Thursday, 12 November 2009

Me, You and the Mirage

The aloofness between me and you is
the like as the
distance to the mirage
the moment shows

Make any chance
seize every single one
there is no way to
run away

The dream of your embrace
while sniffing the skin
resting the bosom
shedding the tears of
peace, grace and
security
nipping the lips
yearningly

The hue of red
does not satisfy the bed
the trees are getting rid of
their leaves
for a lonely voyage

Mirage can hide a mountain
Snow can cover the desert
the mountain could be climbed
the desert could be crossed
but cannot meet the mirage

No silence with
the dream of your face
having a sweet cheek
does never mean to eat
my cheese

Staring at the red hue
at its reflection
for a long long and
long time
hoping paint my glass
hiding its slash

The distance to mirage
when mirage does being
or even if does not
simply no difference
in both the distance is
enigmatic.

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