Elusive Beauty: A Longing and Loss

The full moon is her face...

Jasmine is her scent...

Lightning in her eyes...

Silence is her language... Snowdrops of the month of March are her voice...

Her walk is the little one of the pollen forest... One day I saw her.

I asked for a boon to give me a heart...

After giving it, she immediately took it and disappeared without a trace...

She is the uncharted sea island...

I wanted to become a flower plant in the fragrant sand... She was on one bank and I was on the other bank, a river of solitude scarred in between.