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A flash of Golden light,
That woke me up from the slumber of the previous night:
The yielding touch of white fluffy cotton pillows,
The sun shining bright with a tinge of red,
The mellow sounds of water flowing from the tap,
And the morning breeze whispering in my ears,
An arm slung over the waist as if protecting,
Fatigued body unwilling to stand,
A million fast cars,
And the careful knock at the door.
Faint orange memories of beautiful lands visited,
The leaves cracking beneath the feet,
The familiar sounds of the evening chirps of birds,
And the spotted brown barks of the trees,
A hand held with the firmness of belief,
Tireless feet walking towards no particular destination,
A million scornful eyes,
And the pink laughter of children playing around.
The violet night blanket,
The bright glittering street lights,
The ocher sand tickling the feet as it washes away,
An arm wrapped around with a caressing touch,
An uphill walk in the blue pajamas,
A million laughing lips,
And the green sleepy trees.
A flash of golden light,
That woke me up from the slumber of the previous night. 
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  1. Bani2 October 2011 at 01:31

    Love, Light and COLOURS...
    *hug*
    ~me! ;)

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  2. Unknown2 October 2011 at 07:01

    That night wrapped in cotton,
    Those companions from above,
    Splashing, dancing, playfully teasing.

    ;)
    +1

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  3. Aks2 October 2011 at 09:55

    @Bani - Colours, Yes. And, *hugs back* :)

    @Varevarao - Thank you for the +1. :)

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