Ripples
Like a drop of ink on water
and rings of indigo circles;
Red from my skin into the pool
formed haloes from my toe.
Dense, dark, moist
turn thin, transparent, invisible.
Vanish and become a part
of the water body.
The air sways the ringlets
avec its might;
Like leaves in autumn
and ashes scattered.
Ink, blood, leaves and ashes
are of the Nature,
and form a sketch
from concebtric circles into Nature.
Jk
1400
7th August 2011
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