Sunday, April 12, 2015


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Underneath seven layers of onion peels

The cold shoulders 
Like shivering mountains

The cumbersome delicacies 
Of one simple touch   

The luminescent flicker 
In one's wary eyes

And crawling serpents 
Upon swinging vines

The uneventful dreaming 
That never does sleep

The caressing smell of 
Flowers in the air

The sweet sorrowful shadows 
Lingering within there

If only underneath those seven layers to shed a tear.

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