The crested delights of silent love
The meeting eyes of a solitary reaper
The hazy gaze of a nonchalant flower
The merry mania of the swaying waves,
The allure of a moment on books,
The petrichor of a heart after a drizzle,
The outpour of innocence that shines
The pearls of wisdom that mould me, I realise.
After an age of look ups, link ups, laughs
And breaking stones,
I love the patience
In which I discover,
We've been in dalliance with so many things
To fill us up from so long.