Even the dried flowers become.
more fragrant ??
Even the wild storm become..
..tiny pat on me??
When I dream of you..The sharpen stones on my ways
become shining sands..
The broken pieces of my mind
..become glittering stars.
The tiny hut of mine become
glazing shrines.....
When I touch you
The shining dimples in your cheek
..become golden clues
The greedy rosy lips become
shivering peg of wines
And I can't!!!, I can't tell you more
and more, I want to keep.
Those very close to my mind..
My Life Teacher*
Hello Mriso,
ReplyDeleteOh, very nice.
It's good to see some fresh stuff on your site. :)