Honey

Friday, 6 February 2015

Poem:your scent

you are like a wind  that can be felt but can not be seen
hundreds of scenes are flickering on mind's screen
we met,departed and became unseen
so much water has flown under the bridge
your sight and your scent is out of my access
still I feel so blessed
down in the valley
on top of the ridge
I can see melting snow
and springs going to flow
I can feel pavements are clear
I can enjoy blue sky so near
I'll not love you till my last breath
but I'll love you more after my death