If I were to be ever be hereI would see this
Your art,That watched, as I saw
Slept like a birdIn your murmurs
It grew chasteTo only live
For that dayTo see your charm
To watch you leapBut I saw
What I sawAnd your heart crept
At me, and IWas there
On the other sideOf the light.
Photograph Courtesy: Sharbeen Sarash © All Rights Reserved