'you're right <br />it does become you.' <br />the words came out <br />in a faint mist of cold air <br />while you wore disgruntlement <br />with more beauty than your eyes could hold. <br />and I thought to myself, <br />yes, you're right, <br />we are dying too bland, <br />in dry shreds stretched thin, <br />I with alien seeds spread in my land <br />you motionless, in a tempest, like if you were never engaged. <br />As I look at the gleaming band surrounding the whole of your universe <br />I realized the scents of all our cities <br />had already met within us. <br />reaped, now we just mark time with impatience <br />until we're alone with who we've become.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-breath-made-feathered-mists/
