I move on. With no track of time.. The seasons leave no reasons to hold me back.. Cuz I live for today.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Entwined ...

I lay here, sun-dried... Hoping to catch a glimpse of you.. To hold you within until eternity.

Fill my heart with your blood.. Before the white dove fades to black..

I sway, knocking your senses.... with the breeze you shall drift.

Unearthed..