With a delicate touch of her smooth finger
running water becomes crystal memories...
Ask me to be silent
and I will...
My stubbornness
and...
Emerald youths
fresh and vibrant...
Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...
I have spent a whole night and day
to write one verse of perfect rhyme...
I don’t need confirmation or
spelled words to know...
Among the stars on the sapphire sky we live...
yet far away from your sweltering touch I am...
Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...
Delicate strands of life she weaves
symmetrical shape of beauty deceives...
Untamed currents of silver ribbons flow
a refreshing language of movement...
In the shade of your heart
memories kick away doubts...