lunar thicket
She was the cure of my pain
A ray of hope to show me way
She was like petal of flowers
A very soft and gentle heart
I was but a shallow man
A broken toy thrown on the road
I was like a column of dust
Waiting to be cleaned only by her
She was bright like the rising sun
A wave of refreshment and fun
She was like the shining stars
A mirror to this poet’s heart
I was like a dead tree
Standing lifeless, completely still
I was like a dried-up stream
Revived when she touched me
She was like the symphony of rain
A drumming beat keeping me awake
She was the one I cared for the most
A wish to become part of her.
frozen olive
abstract plover
echo drift
plush moss