The cold breeze
curled around her...
The colour fades
from her cheeks...
Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...
Say it again
Those soft, glowing words...
Fluttering
Butterflies...
I saw the crescent moon
like an orphan child in winter...
My shadow starts a walk with me
with the help of moonlight...
We water the seeds each day. Each day we
watch the cautious creep of green...
Black clouds burst to rain,
raindrops perch on her eyelids...
Deep blue sea in my eyes
Exquisite scenery; mirror of the sky...
Emerald youths
fresh and vibrant...
Beneath the midnight sky of June
cuddled in silky strands of moon...