A Fleeting Glance
Having a fondness for tranquility, carrying a serene heart, stillness in a corner of the world, gazing across the thinness of time, spilling ink on the world beyond. The distance of the heart comes from the accumulation of every detail, embracing the past with a fleeting glance, using the tip of the pen to savor the loneliness and beauty of the deepest soul. A clear breeze between the eyebrows, also writes of human fireworks, letting the lightness of time and the weight of life blend together in the fleeting years.
All the warmth encountered, has become poetry on the lips, heartfelt and graceful. When fingers gently tap these nameless words, the thoughts sail in the ink, love wanders in the vast expanse, poetry weaves love, using the fragrance of ink to capture a moment of thinking of you as in the beginning, treasured between vast waters and mountains, remembering the joy of a first encounter.
Standing in the sunlight, letting thoughts swirl with the gentle warmth of the sun. Warmth, repeatedly layered and falling on my eyebrows, emitting a unique fragrance. A heart-shaped flower blooms for you, one sentiment for you, one opening. Wind whispers, water sings, together holding hands along the mountains and rivers, weaving a robe of pale and elegant silk in the flowing years.
Looking back, the falling petals tell of a warm ray of sunshine. Glance back, the purity of knowing each other sings a passionate song. Glance back, use a serene heart to cherish and guard the winter, glance back, use a grateful heart to move forward, waiting for the warmth of spring. Glance back, my world has your footprints. A windowsill of fallen flowers has my eternal thoughts and blessings.
