I know not who you are; does it matter the least?
The curtain veils ur entity, or does it?
The palpable, tangible fragrance, has smothered the walls.
As i stand here fragile, your presence is strengthed.
...
The last rays of sun salute the fields;
the vermillion is splashed on the forehead.
Strings of feathers fly away,
towards the hidden, heavy shade.
...
This moment; in my hands,
-the smell of the burning wood.
-the taste of the wet soil,
-the color of the dew drops,
...