My Love For You

Uyir PooLike rust, we blend

Into something neither of us are.
Clinging tenuously
To this world of prettiness
Until the all-pervading wind
Sweeps us away
Into far away lands
Where none understand our words
But lovers breathe us in deeply
And say
“Love is in the air”.

3 thoughts on “My Love For You

  1. The concept of this poem is unique. The image looks less a uyirr poo and more a uyirilladha maram ;-).


  2. Aah – this image is more like it. Thanks for paying heed to my comment on it, and changing the previous tree picture to this apt flower.

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