Read the line and wore my words
She lend sweetness for my words
Felt own feelings syllable by syllable
when her both lips tore my words
I melt in the meanings and melody
When I kept myself before my words
Not Visible to eyes but imaginable
Thoughts On petalic floor my words
Over me via hands of unseen air
Two fair flowers pour my words
Took blakness On pink valley of voice
Kissed poetry of “SAN” nor my words
SAN 