Sitting beside you,
Looking deep into your eyes,
Is like drinking hot coffee from the  golden cup of the sun,
And having a warm croissant baked in the oven of the moon,
Whilst the stars twinkle in your smile,
Inviting me to plant a kiss on your soft lips.
7/8/2020

Aren't we the same as the ancient trilobite... That no longer exists but still found in fossil memories?

For we may perish upon the face of the earth...

But our essence remains in the soil in the form of tender shapes carved in the rocks of yesterday...

We will be found in the hearts of all who loved us and still love us...
Inspite of our surrender in the ever flowing river of time!