Had gone from very close, the dense clouds,
or as far as barren land of life soaked
by unexpected splashes, on that
circle of affinity, some wet
whit of one's love
desires to
melt,
even today, someone's breath touching the
feelings, as the autumn leaves, heart
searches the inadvertently
destination, do you
still, wait there,
in vicinity
of that
place, where once the advent of spring, beds
of flowers created history, some
emerging amplitude of love,
so far, is there the
incense of
the
body, do you feel, some unchained passion
wants to grip again your wobbling
step, the shadow of clouds
isn't inclining toward
the gray valleys,
again
somewhere mystic flame wants to singe -
the forest - - -
