Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I saw her

Today, while sitting alone
Gazing the blue sky
With lenticular clouds around
And meandering shapes
Her aroma
Carried with Zephyr
Stirred the blood
And deluged the emotions

Her sensation
To relived the past

Out of a clear sky
It started to rain
Crippling her reflections

Through the spectral colors
For the last time
I saw her
Any resemblance to living or dead is purely adventurous...