Breathing the mists and perfume
a maiden, caught in a silk
in misty window moves.
Glowing with mystical light
archway on her forehead,
the bracelet, elastic silk.
Looking for transparent veil
by strong intimacy shocked,
I slowly float away...
The image sways in my mind:
her grounded brown eyes
are blooming on distant shore...
The treasure lies in my heart,
the key is entrusted
only to me.
Wonderful images in your poem, Irene. I really love it. ^i^ angel blessings ^i^
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