Sunday, March 06, 2005

The words we say are usually defined

by colors of the wind

That travels in the dreams.

The sweetness of first denial,

The smell of seaweed,

Or by the strength of the desire.

By passion in the touch,

And stroke of brush

Across the empty canvas,

Or may be by the drop

That falls from ice

On the cheeks of your beloved.



Iroshka