I.
I was smiled at, at last.
Shared the same moment of a
Lifeless rock that had violets grown
Between the crack, touched by
An insouciant breeze that makes
the rocks sway at the Violet's feet..
HIM
The light thrown at the pulpit
to spurt ethereal glow in to
dark smitten mausoleum called existence
He looked up into his father's eyes
and I lowered my eyes down
to catch the reflection of my father's Son
While the Time in-between sewed
this all with the moment when
I stared in to my father's eyes !
2 comments:
:) so-well expressed!
p.s: where?
Great Imagination dude and admirable ability to express poetically.
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