What is there to say
Something as poignant as a work of art,
But something so simple as Hello,
Wrapped in a bouquet of silk
That rustles in the wind,
But never heard,
Only Felt - momentarily.
(((ashiel.august 3, 2014.sunday.1903hrs.)))
a sanctuary for the soul; remnants of emotions unspoken, unheard and may be deemed trivial. A kaleidoscope of feelings. Lofty sensations only a sensitive heart can fathom. (Note: all the poems featured in my blog are my original compositions unless otherwise stated.)