Thursday, March 29, 2012

Careless Beauty


A dress carelessly worn,
hair unmade,
and violet fields.

I though
nothing is more beautiful than
a piece of art
precise in every part.
All till I dreamt of her and mornings.
Carelessly beautiful.

Mornings gone and
those yet to come
are all that i dream of now.

6 comments:

umashankar said...

Excellent short, natural poem conveying a lot more than those lines. I enjoy such verses.

- N - said...

Thank you for your kind words. :)

captainjohann said...

Great poem

- N - said...

Thanks :)

Dreaming Casually said...

Beautiful!!!

- N - said...

@Dreaming Casually.

Thank you!

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