dream holiday
passport passed aroundthe sound
of laughter lifting up
describes the flush
the blush
on your face, you redden
hold out your hand, demand
the book
take it back, no turning back
through the door, you're sure
the plane
is waiting for you, but then you see
the runway's empty, run away
the dream
your dream holiday, just that
a dream, and nothing more it seems
the laughs
were because you had nowhere to go.
posted by chelonius @ 22:22
1 Comments:
Vaishnava: Your words are like sparkling droplets on a beach, glowing in the sun, filling the senses with awe and inspiration....Your aura is such that the mind is enveloped in a mist of tranquility, and all is well with the Cosmos...You, alone in the world, are able to evoke visions of splendor where others besmirch the precious ground they walk on. Do not falter in your quest to establish a rapport with the Cosmos and you will find me in that same place, longing to partake of your heavenly charms...Dennis (Penseur)
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