Saturday, 20 April 2013

#16 napowrimo

My treasure

Our silent walk over those dried leaves,
this afternoon, the sun rays peeping hard
just to catch a glimpse, our silent talks.

You walked a little on that side, over the stones
letting me walk a bit on this side, over the sand,
you smiled, and even sun seemed raining roses.

I cherish those moments, safe in my heart;
there is chaos outside, thundering violence.
Our adorable silence, I cherish in my heart.

1 comment:

  1. Bless you for revealing these inner shared spaces that are private and not subject to the roaring out there.