Monday, March 8, 2010


They will come again from a land of sunset
showing glorious mountains and flowering valleys
Behind the masks in mist of winter
They come and go
Stealing moon beam from sky
and gems from ocean
In voyages they frame portraits
In gold, shape mystic gods of Greece
From Latin they translate words
With hidden meanings
And in pages of gifted DNAs
they paint colors of changing seasons
They come go

Unplugged on any object
Like waves in ocean……

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