strangers in our own untranslatable paradise we wait for the discovery of new colors and hues to depict what we felt.
Taking refuge in intensely personal emotions so extraordinary, that when we try to verbalize we sound like babbling toddlers.
we have our daily routine blanketing the deep stillness of treasures so rare planted in each of us by the other
defying dimensions of time place and destiny
in the clear shiny night the stars keep on singing the sparkling songs of the crickets