Chance met strangers
Her gaze bored into mine
I stored the  memory against empty days ahead when life would be all struggle , When rose buds dried and perished under the heat of the sun
Her eyes locked mine
Sealing my senses, clouding intuition
Reading my enveloped intent
This wind scattered the leaves i tried to pick up
I followed bread crums seeking what will end this hunger,
I long for tender lips like sugar but Touching a Heart is intangible for me to try,
I couldn't nose dive on Brocken glasses twice nor roll over land mines,
I'd rather we indulge on this poison and finally die