Sunday, January 8, 2012

Through Prism

Wonderful agility of a foreign bird brings back nostalgia of romances.
She is hopping like a sparrow when it is drizzling outside.
Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red
invite me to the fast fading sky.

Pitter-Patter on slanting roofs makes a tide; there heart blossoms;
I make some paper boats and see them drift away!
A moment buzzing with her lithe innocence.
Warmth of her presence and joy
makes me wonder if it is too fragile!

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