Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Ear-ringing

i noticed, as i drove my vehicle,
an earring of a woman,
gold plated and shinning,
like an umbrella opened on a summer day
a red bead cling out of it was dangling in air

"your earring is gorgeous", was all i wished to say her
driving happened to be the problem

the woman, the owner of the earring,
in another vehicle touched her,
touched her earring,
i felt happy
may be my thoughts would have rung to her ears!

Nailed

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