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In this compressed artistry of moment
I receive spalls of fire off your skin
condescending slant of your head
gurgle stories of the forced confession
of yester night….. of serfdom to your flesh

In this Picasso I am just a curved enfeebled line
And you… its canvass, its colour its theme
The latent lurking dream

Rehan Hyder

Friday, September 4, 2009

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Linda Ori 09 September 2009

Ah, this is beautiful! Such a loving appreciation for one whose beauty is larger than life, and you are but a small part of that grande composition. If one is to be a slave, then this is the way to be one! You have managed to paint a passionate portrait with just two small verses. Well done! Linda ; -)

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