Sunday, 4 August 2013
vision: For Poetry Pantry
Tranquility
One day
I saw a glowing man.
If you pricked his finger
With a thorn
Light would flow
In place of blood
Oh God! Why o why
Had I thought of
Hurting him?
He never spoke a word.
His countenance wore a tender smile
Had he read my thoughts?
His lotus eyes showered bliss
All waves ceased.
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