I can feel you, 
when I watch the sunlight glimmer, over the sea,
when the moonbeams shimmer, over the stream.

I can hear you, 
when the dust swirls high with a traveler passes by,
when the nightingale sings with a lovely tilted eye.

Strolling with my veiled steps,
Into the twilight’s bright path,
Echoed within thousands lively voices,
I now a vigorous stranger to that rusty dearth,
for every time I close my eyes,
I am caressed by the quietude of earth's blossoming mists.

Although scented sky blinks often at those who wishes,
Yet mystery of the hearts remaining tentatively lingers,
and it’s to those sweet violets,
Silently I once asked,
Dear, Do you still have our dreams?
white and brown house

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Posted by:Annabel

A Dancer, choreographer, A researcher who specializes in Religious Dance and Ritual Performance Study. My blog is the notepad of my consciousness in the modern era we live and a witness of my unique journey on earth, in the cosmos.

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