Love in line (1)

Moonlit night

Love drips

out of my lines.

There is not ink

But sweetness and joy

protruding in small afternoons


in glimpses of light

dancing on leaves

and ruby flowers…

When skies glance

at the coolness of moonshine

and butterflies kept in a dream

smile till dawn,

Do not forget…

As long as you feel

the brush of the evening’s wind

coiling like a wild animal

You are as young as

the new roses this year…

Photo: Artist: HASUI, KAWASE (1883-1957)
Dated: 1947 “good night”!

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective,,, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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