Sunday, May 5, 2013


You hide
your Universe
under a garment,
made of cloth
unique curve
of fractal figure
each part of which
has the same
character as the
whole – bewitched!

You’ve touched
my Universe
your breath flushed
my cheeks,
my soul
from faraway creek,
where you’re flying
with tailwind
fanning the wing,
carrying an essence
into depth of spring…
you’ve touched me unconditionally…

1 comment:

  1. A touch that never goes a way can sure make an impact, like a great spring day.