Saturday, 18 February 2012


the amaranth affection has hidden
some precious moment of life,
your fidelity didn’t allow me
to touch the alien flame,
on that mystified
night life has
the inner most fascination of your
heart, the apparent beauty of
emotion grasped all the
influence of violence,
as the rainbow
lays down
on the
horizon, after torrential rain, the
composed sky embraced the
milky way on the chest,
your deep kinship
evolved, some
tender buds
on the
leafless bough of dried stem of life !
fresh sensation of love delivered
the novel dreams, all over the
vicinity an eternal aroma
inebriated the mind
and soul, it’s hard
to say that in
your touch,
perhaps some alchemy is existed !
    pitcher - Carolina Elizabeth oil paintings 

    It is not length of life, but depth of life. - Ralph Waldo Emerson