Fragrant words

the ink drop bleeds from my wound of the past

how beautifully, it drops throwing my mask in the sheet

like the vapours colliding the sky

the exuberant eye-catching landscape

 drip , drip it falls on the paper, from my breath to my leg

from my mind to the tree that made this paper

I give my fragrance, wrapped in a fur to my words.

I give breath to my scratched skin



Auburn circle

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Auburn circles of faith, drooling hope in my throat

choking my senses to deliver the web of matched periphery of dawn to dusk.

I am hanging from the top of colossal tree, where children and lovers come

to bask in the mirth of my golden shade,

My sapphire corset lying in the turbid laps of nature

under the paintings of blues and purple

above the yellow, purple neighbours

in the memory of Olympic soil

I cherish the glamour, the petrichor

the crisscross on my head,

the elysian corners of hugging my pits

I am soaked in the essence that fascinates this moment,

As I am An Auburn circle  of desire,

A daydream sweet pie, A hot ball of shines and flicker.

A solitude in everything.