Walk in the garden
It’s about movement and measure,
Sip slowly the minute.
Rip open a budding flower
Melt with desire,
Helpless as we are, hurt.
A set of detached sound
Seeking the hidden reason,
The limit and beyond.
Reveries laced with petals
Rustling the dry leaves,
Love and let go.
Flight of tiny birds
A cross section drawn in the sky,
They carry into freedom.
Yellow light washes our face
Beyond the open window,
Yet it transcends our mind.
Both pertinent and prescient.
Loved the lines
Flight of tiny birds
A cross section drawn in the sky,
They carry into freedom.
Yellow light washes our face
Beyond the open window,
Yet it transcends our mind.
Thanks for sharing.
A gentle mix of nature with emotions.