she
lives immersed in her own backwaters, smaller dreams
unspoken
thoughts she is unaware of like improper
breathingthat is likely to kill her soul before freeing it to fly high in sky
to stand tall in that human mall of buying, selling and loving
occasionally
like a playful dolphin in larger waters, an ocean
wide
and deep, she props her nose as if fresh air breathingis her top priority, for a moment making even ocean liners
to stop, to pause, to record in a horizon danger is brooding
this
makes contradictory impressions in my own mind
constantly
changing colours, texture and tones, freeingfast, the previous image like a cooler evening firmament
completely dependent on that fire ball, the sun sliding
henry
victor 15.09.2013
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