Scattered like rose petals, Spectral are the moments, Which begin being lost, In your musing, And conclude gloriously, In your embrace........ Poem & Image (c) S.S
Beneath the decaying leaves of karmas, concealed by the mud of countless deeds, Lies unsought, my deserted grave, Open the casket, if you may, Therein still survive, Some moments of anticipation, And dried petals of an endless adoration........ ~S.S~
What magic lies, Ruling every wing, As the winds smile, And the Windmills swing, Magnific seems the pristine lore Where dances the enormous leaves, As the gust sways ashore, While the huge flower silently grieves, For their love is not forever, Since the breeze shall change its course, Caressing another flower, Kissing the new leaves........ Poem & Image (c) S.S
¿Qué hace que nuestro amor sea el más verdadero en todas las formas? Es su sencillez, Su Modestia, Y inocencia Que traverese en las expresiones encantadoras De ti a mi Y de mi a ti (c) S.S