Friday, 27 February 2015


Beautiful orange ball being swallowed
on the horizon to the red and orange hues
And the silent whispering wind followed
the path that’ll lead her to vast blues

 The gliding sparrows with stretched out wings
singing along their flight returning home
And there I was, with enchanted you
With whom my passion for life always grow strong

I look into your eyes
and I melt into a pool of your consciousness
Observing how light reflects off your hairs
and the smile containing beauty of reminiscence

Caress of the sun on our cheeks as it slowly fades
 into the gulf becomes a priceless memory
As our hearts beats in same rhythm
And with my hand in yours, we’re already writing our own story