BlueA Poem by Nothing Personal
She is beautiful,
In her own kind of a way. Moody, impulsive you would say I would say she is real, only real. I would like to touch her hand softly, Look at her intent eyes ; Voyeur her as she sips coffee with icecream on an unknown parlor in Paris. I would follow her As she takes a stroll to the market The bookstore and the court. Follow her eyes always, They have something to say, Something that stirs something inside me. At least i would like to think so. I am sure she would not mind. She never did when Kieslowski followed her life and made her a movie And Roger Ebert said its great. But she seeks isolation. She does not seek me or you Even if she might tell you the opposite. She wants to sever all those ties Which attach her , bound her and eventually implode inside her Like a pent up storm. But just like music that exists when flute , sol piano , violin all are in harmony Life does too. Although we seek liberty, We run into love. Although we seek freedom, We run into commitment. And into Warmth, Comfort Despair, Crave, Passion. Though the color is blue, We can see the rainbow. © Nothing Personal. November 02, 2010. © 2010 Nothing PersonalFeatured Review
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Added on November 2, 2010Last Updated on December 2, 2010 AuthorNothing PersonalTXAboutHi !! I don't fuss too much about sharing a name or an identity. I came across this website and found it to be an interesting niche for writers without distinctive labels. It is a great place to befri.. more..Writing
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