Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Sense of Love


I feel love that touch lightly
like butterfly's kiss
to unconscious smiling lips

I taste love that melt easily
like half ice cream cone
in merry go round

I smell love that spread silently
like fresh cut grass
or after rain soil

I see love that fade quickly
like full arc of rainbow
lose to brighter sun

I hear love that keep secretly
like unspoken dream
and thousand words in diary

Submitted: Friday, November 21, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Ahmad Shiddiqi (11/25/2008 10:40:00 AM)

    very intimate relation between human being and love! very well written! could you comment on mine? thank you. (Report) Reply

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