The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons
flooding the borders of distances and omnipresence,
futures
and forever.
Forever like diamonds,
like your kisses,
like seeds that pulsate the throbs of tomorrows,
like a smile, a share of laughter, a hug,
like a warm sip from the milk of your teeth,
like a forsaken bloom,
preserving her exquisite beauty
for the audience of nought,
for the everlasting eyes of beholders,
where the time cannot reach
were the beauty would never wrinkle,
like a whim
that flourish to an architectural mount of marvel,
like a smile that turns to Mona Lisa,
like a drop
that is the keyhole of the rainfalls,
of rivers, seas, oceans!
like everything momentous
that hides behind insignificance
of these mundane
moments.
