she was walking at a distance…..
Upon the wings of wind,with a humming song
like a child wandering in wonders of its sense
And loved to see the mighty roaring waves.
Her foot prints were set in stone to go ahead
Her fingers were in touch with the thread of wisdom
As came closer and closer……
A mighty thunder tested her heart
And an eye of storm,watching her footsteps
The darky sky was eager to open its flood gates
She was holding her toes tight to her own existence
It was futile as a self portrait on the wings of waves
The mighty waves could crop up in her fabulous soul
Consumed her spirit with his mighty look.
image courtesy to SAAM