Sunday, 16 December 2012

Alchemy.


Hearts are like parachutes,
sometimes they fail to open,
but it's not always dark  when we fall.,
In our gasps, broken hearts are mended,
skip centuries, provide moist happiness,
seduce our minds in rooms that change.
Acrobats by the rivers edge,
balancing sensitively, before the
next plunge,
revealing charms, like perfumed breezes
swim among naked transformation.
Harmless ripples flow, as we gently breathe,
flicking the lights out, snuggled sighs, take  us,
to the land of dreams

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