We will be lovers at the end of the world
where the sky burns orange with the diurnal remains
of unharnessed hopes the ocean cools into embers of reflections
slowly extinguished by night into dreams
and lucent clouds scattered to the four directions
to seed them.
Yasmeen Najmi
Copyright 2010 Yasmeen Najmi
o ... i was expecting for more word-seeds in the poem ...reminds me of Tagore's concept of the short story - the one which when finished will feel like unfinished :)
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