Monday, February 7, 2011

Getting submerged

There was an unusual breeze
that whined through my curtains
and escorted me to a beatific archipelago
a silvery beach lined with balmy trees

My footprints dug deep into the sand
oddly enough
and I was left wobbling in a trance

And then there were some sculptures
created artlessly out of rocks, each resembling
decaying human forms

Moaning, except for the couple
busy with a last lingering kiss of earthiness

Unassumingly, the island started to sink,
and a blue mist arose to cover us

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