Dreaming on a bench

I like to sit on benches and think. It must be an absolutely solitary scene, just like this beauty of a bench waiting for me. Many thoughts untangle-each unrelated to the next.

 

I sit alone in black and white

I think of where your eyes rest.

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Did I hurt you then? forgive,

Wombs are confused by the new.

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Our reflections in a pool of green,

Dragonflies dive with our dreams.

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© neelthemuse,2011

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  1. “Did I hurt you then? forgive,

    Wombs are confused by the new” –

    wow, nice!

    beautiful pic too; i’ll need to dwell on their connection…

    thanks!

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