Flames in her eyes grows brighter and brighter until you can no longer see it. You feel such a great love coming from these beams. The glow fades, taking you with it. In its place two small globes of crystal sparks; then rolls back up to the shape of hard stones; later to become the tear drops from the eyes once again. * BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI