Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Last Days

Flowers form a ring around my fingers,
fragrant and poisonous,
dangerous beauty on my skin.
I look up to the sky,
a blinding blue,
ridiculous in its lightness.
Love dances around me,
fueling the air with freedom.
A peacock sits regally on my lap,
unnoticed, a myriad of colours.
The last days are here,
descending like angels of destruction,
peace beats still in my heart,
a yearning for silence and slowness, stillness.

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