La La La

la la la

Down the meadow,dozing off
you dazzled
like a breeze drifting away clouds
for painting blue
i wonder, your eyelashes must had been this long
when you kissed..

your hands
with a iron veins,holding mine
your cushioned bosom,I could sob
everything that’s moving,dribble down my tears

your spiky hair, that’s actually soft
everything yours;
when on guard or in slumber
You make me hum la la la….

©September 2014 aleashaa 

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