Lights And Waves

Lights And Waves
The Night Muse

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Business Trip

The last abuses of an angry sun fall on the reddish fields
Before the pearly moon comes by with its soothing silver.
And he lies down on the soft earth,
Tracing himself in the starry map above.

Far away from the faceless urban army.

The tiny apartment did not have enough cupboards to contain the monsters anyway.

And on rainy nights,
The metallic smell of guilt seeped in from the cracks.

Here, they roam free.
Without poisonous glands.

And as the balmy breeze blew over the smiling face,
It only carried heady scents of the paths ahead.

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