Saturday, 27 August 2011

Nirvana:
A state of pure peace, delight, relish in sunlight. Lean back in satisfaction. Upon perhaps a stool, eyes wide with hope. Love fluttering, two clothes pegs on shoulders, wings a fluttering you off your feet.
 
Swept fresh hair, beneath supple skin. Jaw relaxed, breath in-took. Heaven sent. Nirvana, nirvana that's where we went. 

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