Sometimes things change! taking off from Cotton Thoughts !!!
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The seamstresses scout for the satin smile
while thoughts fray
& the last few grains of sand in the hourglass
remain slaves to arithmetic
I look out of my window
You look at your sky
We patch it up
with blue
pieces of conversation
the blue in my heart
the blue in your eyes
the blue of the sky...
When I refuse to move,
I smell of you.
I was still when I began.
I am,
still.
Art is still my chosen pastime
None else would
weigh this silence
weigh the sky
weigh your sight
weigh my smile;
aren't they all nothing?
Art is the pastime of a desperate heart
& to kill hours in desperation
while I sit still,
I
don stone deaf metaphors
so you can catch me unaware
& unwrap words
to find tremulous blanks underneath
for you to fill with love bites!
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Yes, intolerable miss is happening off!!!
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