Send me a mountain
I will describe it
shape, size and shadow
the greens, the grey and brown
erasable with the blues of distance;
send me a river 
I will in its colour and temperature
wash away my sins
and call forth 
the lost archives 
of all the love stories
that can never end;
send me your ocean too
and I will drown my resistance 
in its rolling sheets;
send me nothing
and I will on thin air fly
and all my words and silences 
to you surrender .
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourites in your poetry collection.
ReplyDeleteAll is nothing and nothing is all .Beautiful in deed.
ReplyDeleteJust Beautiful ~~~
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