Nutshell I

I`m closed for you now
Like a book with blank pages
Closed as the moon behind
Dark blue clouds,
Closed like a flower chalice
In the breezy cool nights,
Closed as a raw nut in a nutshell
I`m not yours and you were not mine
My dreams are closed in white light.

{© n.nour}
--014.17.
--march