Thursday, April 16, 2015

the world is becoming transparent


form is a shade fading before the sun

and the sun itself washing out


paler and paler with every glance

at its former majesty


I look at my outstretched hand as it grows clear

invisible to the mere eye


the world is disappearing at last and happiness knows no bounds









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