poetry

imagine me

Anitha Krishnan

Jun 6, 2014

I am the wisp of the smoke
That escapes from your lips in a whirl..
I am the ripple of the stream
You touch me and I dance away in a whorl..

I am the dream you see with eyes tightly shut
I play with your mind
And die when you wake to reality..
I am all you can imagine me to be
Beautiful.. Ephemeral..
But trapped in a faded memory..

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