Ribbons of vermillion colored clouds,
folding and weaving into and out of each other
as they blanket the young city,
create somewhat of a
beautifully forboding
atmosphere.
So tempting.
So alluring.
All that needs to be said,
all that I yearn to hear
whispered so sweetly in my ear,
whispered so sweetly in my ear,
lies ahead.
Something enticing and tanigible
rests comfortably at my feet.
An outpour of emotions that remained surpress for too long
rests comfortably in my heart.
A divine darkness drapes over me.
I kiss the new moon "hello".
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| "The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt (1908) |
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