WITHOUT ADDRESS
perhaps !
unattractive was the external wrapper
colorless, scentless, hence you
didn't touch the envelop, the
inner blooming message,
remained discarded,
neglected, do you
know, those
words
in course of time became the fossil,
no complaint to the sequence
of seasons, falling up the
aquatic graph of wet
eyes, and prolong
waiting for the
answer,
emotions were vacant cocoons,
drooped in the soft sun glow
of winter, dreams grown
the poetic wings, later
extinct into the mist
of blue mountain,
the glue of
affection
was
diluted in the nightfall rain, the closed
letter open itself, the crystalline
heart was throbbing for you,
did you see, movement,
sensation of that
rare bleeding
gem,
perhaps, no, the butterflies have been
changed the migratory route, it's
happened in life, several
times, we have to go
in certain point
but destiny
brings
somewhere else, any way the meeting
and leaving point had hidden
some unique redolence,
flavor remained in
the conscience,
on the hands,
in the wind,
inner
the heart, to be remember it or not - - -
painting by - Willie Fulton
thanks dear friend - love and regards
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