•
The sun is hard and hot on my skin
There, yet not there
A sip of cold syrup from
Ice cream between my lips
My tongue is the colour of
Pinks and artificial purples
My feet walk and walk
In maddening circles
Outside periphery of crowds.
My mind is a still ocean
Fishes and lives within its depth
Breathing air bubbles of all shapes and colours
Talking in binary codes and alphanumeric jokes.
•
~insight07
•
Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.
insight07's blog 