sábado, 26 de outubro de 2013

ON THE VERGE


On the verge of some happiness
 
 

she stood perfectly still

as she watched you
as a pure color become a hue
as a pure color become
a lighter version of the blues
a tint of something
a darker shade
made out of black and white
a hue no less, but so indefinite
it qualified as definition.

On the verge of some happiness
she could not quite decide
the value of your color
the brightness
tone of your connotation
soul full moment of that second

and she stood perfectly still
on the verge of happiness
at the edge of color
and of hue



 

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