today i tried to catch a feather that was drifting in the wind
so fine, so light, so delicate and grey as hell.
i clawed at it in a bid to catch the poor thing
yet the more i tried, the further away it flew.
i questioned myself over why i wanted to catch it in my hand,
and i realised i desperately needed something tangible to hold on to.
something; anything.
anything that i could pin all my hopes and dreams on.
i was too forceful in keeping you close to me,
to let you be the pivot of my existence.
yet the feather finally taught me today,
that i should let you go, and let you drift with the wind
and let it bring you where you will eventually stay.
maybe you will find a heart that will be your home one day.
until judgement day: drift, soar, fly!

Here it rains,
and the drops runs through the heart,
makes it cool and chills through the veins,
It touches your eye lashes and your lips,
makes it wet and a glimpse of kiss perfect,
the drops touches your body and makes it more beautiful,
from the inner perpetuality there comes an essence,
an essence of love which unites two soul and hearts,
sparks the love and lets it flow,
revives and connects with a touch of inner glow.

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Go not too near a House of Rose—
The depredation of a Breeze—
Or inundation of a Dew
Alarms its walls away—

Nor try to tie the Butterfly,
Nor climb the Bars of Ecstasy,
In insecurity to lie
Is Joy’s insuring quality.

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
****** and drip, ****** and drip—
branches drifting apart.  Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.