The canvas of life is full of wonders
Every memory is ready to float in infinity
Every moment is eager to be separated from the other moment
Like a mystery...
You are the form of this mystery of devotion
It is my compulsion to carve you again and again
And to keep you in the lap of my mind
Because you are the assurance of nectar for the dying subconscious
An acidic fog is engulfing
There are hot winds like a desert
There are harsh voices of defeat
And there is a dark horizon
In that twilight you appear as intengible
You save me by becoming a river of soft feelings
In this grey expanse changing every moment
You are a meaningful request
Yes, remembering you is a compulsion
Because you are the place of my feelings
You become the storm in the autumn in my heart
Which blows away the falling distrust...
And then what remains is I go
Pure as a child
Pleasant as the dawn
Emotional as a ode
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
