The Magical Touch
Flying Away in The Open Sky are the birds of my dreams,
Flying Away to the Land of My Hearts are the birds of my dreams,
Seems I'm well past out of my time.
A touch from someone makes me wonder all around;
In a blink, I was someone else
Heart remaining every pure like lotus on a pond,
Eyes sparkled with vivacity and gratitude.
On that magical touch my head gyrated over and over again!
I didn't see anything clearly,