My pencil can't reproduce you.

An extended haiku inspired by the most excellent Eloo's Daily Writing Blog post: http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-march-19th-2009.html

Your eyes: two circles.
My pencil can't reproduce.
Intangible you.


Your mouth: red roses.
They wither beneath my touch.
Ephemeral you.



Your hair: black wires.
I am lost in symmetry.
Electrical you.

 

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