Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
A whiter shade of sky
What place is born tonight
to weave
a song with
your sky above
What feast is offered
from joyous hands
I have become
your pool of whiteness
like a newborn child
I bite at your skin
I drink at your mouth
and the universe.
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