The eyes.
Drown deep
In the sea.
Come, soar like a nightingale.
Breathe, the scent of orchard.
Sink, to the depth of winter.
Chisel, a figure out of snow.
Drop, exhausted
On a carpet made of maple leaves.
Idle thoughts, idle dreams.
They have filled the days and the nights.
The thoughts of some marble
Carved in a shape of a figurine
Have haunted my days
while I lived in this idyllic cavern of a space,
your heart.
Drown deep
In the sea.
Come, soar like a nightingale.
Breathe, the scent of orchard.
Sink, to the depth of winter.
Chisel, a figure out of snow.
Drop, exhausted
On a carpet made of maple leaves.
Idle thoughts, idle dreams.
They have filled the days and the nights.
The thoughts of some marble
Carved in a shape of a figurine
Have haunted my days
while I lived in this idyllic cavern of a space,
your heart.
Sushama Karnik
I’ve always thought that the
most beautiful people, truly
beautiful inside and out, are
the ones who are quietly
unaware of their effect.
most beautiful people, truly
beautiful inside and out, are
the ones who are quietly
unaware of their effect.
Source: paintedhorse
your heart.
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