When the dark dye fills in the soft whispers of dusk.
At where the sky hugs the earth,
The soft touch gives me peace.
The feel of the breeze on my skin.

Life should always be rushed.
Simple, unassuming, and serene,
the place where one’s heart rest.
Away from the cacophony of callings.

The raw vulnerability is enough.
We offer in hesitant smiles,
in the happy laugh that dance.
Freely connected between souls .

It is not enough to tally in order to feel loved.
Neither with the same scale nor in affection....