Thursday, June 5, 2008

Lace work

I would interlace the stories
And form a curtain;
And hiding behind that
I would laugh at you;
At your ability to see through.

The stories would be molded
With your wild imagination
that paints beautiful flowers
shrouding me.

Under the wild flowery bed
I hide,talking and laughing,to my echo
While more frescoes are created
On the now wall-like curtain.

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