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His words were like glass,
clear, but transparent.
He said he would come back for you,
And you wait-
holding that solid line,
Like a piece of glass,
In your hands.
Your grip grows tighter,
with each passing moment.
-Jason
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Those dreams were made of stained glass
You saw through them at once
While I could only see
pretty squares
in colored shadows on the floor.
And my own
highly colored self
divided
into f|o|u|r.
-Nikita
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Nikita:I LOVE your interpretation here..It is SO very deep and nice!!
ReplyDelete@jason - love the lsat two lines
ReplyDelete@nikita - the concept is very unique and beautiful too
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ReplyDelete@ Manasi: Its the kinda thing that happens to all of us at some point in time, isn't it?
@ Pari: Jason's writing has that intensity. Much like the pain from cut glass. Hits the right vein.
@Jason: Exactly what you said, the intensity, like the pain from cut glass. Love.
ReplyDelete@Nik: I don't get it.