THE OVERFLOWED WAVES
immaculate beauty of that cognition,
I forget myself for some time,
as a sixth sense or
supernatural
touch
has hypnotized my parts of organ, an
overwhelmed emotion searches
the missing words, or are
you standing before
me, scattered
curly long
hair as the monsoon clouds, is it love,
or mistletoe, an enchantment
spell which is going to
tame my passion,
who are you,
in the
broad daylight throwing the strings of
fascination, an omission drags
toward the mystic zymosis,
are you sitting on the
boat, or dream
is going
to navigate toward the deep firth, for
meeting the mosaic colored
the strange ocean,
who're you,
in midnight abnormally knocking the
door of heart - - -
painting by Albert Bierstadt
