Love is carried by the breeze.. breeze which is filled with warmth, passion, care, shades and much more that I want myself to get embrace with..
While sun rays tressing my skin.. where the breeze filled with the warmth.. makeimg my skin moisture. The chills in the pit of my stomach giving me a bit of shiver.. my eyes capturing all the colours mixing with each other on the very part of the earth, the sky and the horizon, sensing passion to every positive thought in my mind.. every shade in the colour of the flowers around me is a reminder of the reality of love and miracle between nature and me..
I feel myself whizzing over the flowers of spring, discerning love from the breeze of my midway garden towards the hall.. hoping to get possessed by that slight tenderness of love which I’m seeking of.
It’s my soul not me. It’s my intensity in the direction of affection not me.
~ it’s me. ❤️