Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A flower withers , a stone crumbles

It is one of the many love stories
hidden in lush green meadows
atop snowy mountains ,
a stone crumbles ,
a flower withers ,
our story begins here ,
where a breeze draws them both close
down into the flow of
the most beautiful river ,
where they become the silt,
the alluvium ,
the air that breaths
a whole field of flowers into life
facing the Sun
without a shadow .

akash

2 comments:

Mossy said...

Beautiful.

akash said...

Thank you , mossy ,for the early morning greeting.

Smile ,

akash