Should I only see you, o breeze,
In the dance of the trees,
In your kiss on my neck, that lingers,
In the caress of your faint fingers,
In birds that climb the skies,
In the dreaminess of eyes,
In the fragrance of a flower,
In the glimpse of wildfire’s power,
In the simmering pot on the stove,
In the sound of distant voices I love?
Won’t you, won’t you come my way
And smile in words that take the breath away?
Super charming and unique.
Beautiful gift for all your fans.. Your words have the magic of throwing pleasant feeling to the reader.. Enjoyed it.. Always I am getting inspired by your words and observation !!!
“In the simmering pots on the stove”- Great… All the best ????????????
nice