Saturday, November 22, 2014

Overcrowding

In the absence of harmony,
The unattainable is hanging.
 
Pink clouds float by -
Cotton candy.
 
In the pool's reflection,
Nonexistence glimmers.
 
Bitterness dances with sweetness.
The overcrowded mind shivers.
 
In the cocoon of thorns
Life shimmers.

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