Saturday, 22 November 2014


Even this moment, you're embodied
from breath to soul, a realization
of soft sunlight of winter -
morning, you're
still existed
on the
surface of heart alike the evergreen -
emotion, tho' seasons have
gone and returned
several times,
but do
not know, what's that talismanic loop
is in your eyes, which repeatedly
grips my wavy pulsation !
and life doesn't want
the salvation,
from so -
called, your elusive enchantment - - !

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C. Michael Dudash — Lemon Roses