Beauty does not move me as much as your sense of freedom,
The way you know the birds and the earth and the light.
If life is a story, it is laid out in your grain.
I want to lie back on a sunny day and hear you tell it.
I want to stand close and look until my eyes betray me.
I want to tell you my secrets until I am nothing
But a gentle wind, moving around you across the seasons.
beautiful Suchi…your ability to communicate feelings through words is beyond words 🙂
Keep them coming!
Beautiful.
Short and beautifully written 🙂 straight from the heart 🙂
Thank you so much everyone.