art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
hey you, the lavender in my spring.
Don’t you hate me apologizing for trivial things ? What was that term I use in over-abundance ? Oh, sorry that I couldn’t recall. And I'm still unaware of the finder of it, or may be I could be entrapped in my own conscious oblivion. SORRY if you felt even the slightest delay in the flight of my love reaching you, because I enjoyed it writing, by letting you to wander my meadows. But in the beginning before I cut you loose, you stood with this aroma. I saw lots of lavenders, but the one who kissed me, actually all of me, was this little lady who sent her curious fragrance as alluring signals. Baby, I’m nestled in your arms. Can you feel it ?
By ilan scribbler3 years ago in Poets
