Sunday, March 29, 2009

Entry for 30 September 2006

In the warm womb of time

i am with you

The horizons are azure, violet and blue.

The waters of our souls has merged

A placid pond stands between us.

The blossom has bloomed and dances in the breeze.

Dew of silence on its pink-violet twirl.

Of love we speak not,the fragrance sings,

a song eternal of moonlights and shy mornings.

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