Why do u blow off my all candles???
The wind is blissfully touching me ,
Conveying me the image –
Root of your Giggling
I am awaiting the transition –
Your thinking over thinking
The strength of your pace
Love to reconcile my randomized limbs.
When the squally petals of flowers
Falling down on your feets,
I don’t look for the species of the flowers.
I am collecting the petals
Finding the projected bridge
Your feets and the hands of ….