This Blouse Of Fuchsia Color

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This blouse of fuchsia color
makes in me a percussion,
on this color my Heart is beating,
At the problems with Mobis I'm spitting.

I love him for complacence,
indifference to the world,
he kicks banks into the space,
he is lazy at early morn.

when he is reading poetry -
on my head I feel warm beams,
and as a hand goes -
so are the words of yours.

Liza Sud

Friday, March 4, 2016

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Daniel Brick 08 March 2016

The outer and the inner person are in sync here: Fuchsia is the color of both the blouse and the heart, and both are further connected through rhythms, percussion, beating. I do not know who Mobis is but the description of his varied activities in stanza 2 suggest a dynamic personality and then in the last stanza we are told e also reads poetry. He seems like a well-rounded person from what I read here.

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