A mysterious but welcomed encounter…
Foreign in language but a comfortable reflection,
– Lined and poised:
Distant but immediate and present noise beats towards something,
Something from Nothing –
A triad built for two, just me and you… But
A bland beginning usually smells of mothballs,
If even only in the distance...
A subtle incense and social armor, a luxurious charmer –
A brilliant supreme ultimate relevance, if only for the moment.
A token saying – a beautiful phrase,
Built up momentum of poetic haze…
