Today, even my words
are slipping from my palms
disappearing somewhere behind the white clouds floating in the blue sky
I wonder where?
Those words that I had brought out
from my heart
I kept stitching onto the pages of love
words...of affection...of emotions
words free from the confines of physical bondage
words like dewdrops on soft grass
like a deer roaming freely in the forest
words like rabbits hidden in the bushes...white...detached
all the words were mine...my own...
words are beginning to take on your form
worldly, physical, unfamiliar...
but I am adamant
I will bring back the words that are drifting away
I will write the definition of love
I will create you...in the changing seasons...
in the songs of the winds...
in the music of the waterfall
I will go into the blue sky
to the floating clouds
with you
I will bring
those lost words
I will write down the same two and a half letters expressed for centuries...of love
this is my insistence I wish I could write
another two and a half letters
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 
