Its a new dream, a whole new feeling
Something within has just sprouted
Like one lonely bud freshly pouted
Enticing yet eluding.....
was this I was never capable of?
Somehow the feeling always lay in here
its just that it did not appear
Or maybe never in the same form
As it has today been born.
Seemingly unassuming yet closely caressing
Like a gush of fresh air
meeting each gulp drawn inwards
Like the blue canvas overhead
Freshly washed down by the rain
Scrubbed clean of each impression
life has made...
