Saturday, September 21, 2013

What a sky, what a road,

What a sky,
What a road,
Like reaching
You
Like a morn,
Noiseless,
Like perfumed you
Standing
Like a tree,
Green,
At that bent
Perfect,
Shining by a feast
Of my mind,
My words...
Like Gibran *
In your eyes
Writing my dreams.

( Note: the photo attached is taken by me, real time, *Khalil Gibran, the poet)

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