Much missed inspiration decided to strike after a year long hiatus.
A casual conversation with a friend got both of us writing on similar lines. Here's my take.
BLURRED LINES
My God, that perfect, chiseled face
An angel under the moonshine
Breathless, speechless, I gaze at thee
Just then, your eyes meet mine
Sheer magic you and I could be,
Let's break these shackles, these fine lines,
For on tonight's surreal sky, my love,
Watch our broken stars align
As hand in hand, we walk; into
Our future of blurry lines
Knowing I'm yours, and you, mine.
~ Suvasini
6 April 2016
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