Love in Khaosland #4

IMAGO

I am paving my path to you with a thousand precious stones,
With the honey of intelligence and the milk of wisdom,
I am paving my path to you with a thousand vivid words,
The ink of my pen has the perfume of myrrh and camphor,
I am paving my path to you with a thousand precious poems.

Poetry makes the blind men see,
Poetry makes the deaf men hear,
Poetry is a lethal weapon against the numb,
And a rising sun in the womb of wonder.

I do not know how it started,
I do not care if it will end,
I just know the steadiness of my feelings,
They are hit by the wind, they are wet by the rain,
They are burned by the sun, still they fly to your way.

I am paving my path to you with a thousand precious stones,
With the honey of intelligence and the milk of wisdom,
I am paving my path to you with a thousand vivid words,
The ink of my pen has the perfume of myrrh and camphor,
I am paving my path to you with a thousand precious poems.

The fate is uncertain,
Future unpredictable,
But my life is filled with love and pleasure,
Since it is renewed and every day arranged,

As a kaleidoscopic mirror of your ever changing image,

Of my ever changing image,

Of our love metamorphosis of lightness and wings.

 

by misskhaosland

 

green butterfly

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