Thursday, 11 September 2014

Fragment #11


Your smile, in the half-light of the drowsy bedroom,
discernible in the thin shaft slanting through the louver,
is like a sleeping dragon,
breathing slowly through a century-long sleep,
never has sun shone through jalousies with such passion.

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