Written by: nette onclaud

Two sisters born afar from my terrain one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome , another hopping on lanes of maple trees; still, letters trace their heartfelt rays enduring continental divide like silken wishes on angel cheeks plying on a relay of starlit skies. And though zones of time differ in paddles of midnight’s arm stretched, laughter and whispers scoop bowls of friendship sweet and lucent as dawn; touching me through live words in a gather of images warmer than sun’s crawl. I fold my eyes on sands of hourglass blowing winged kisses to miles distant yet, near in the fireglow of affection’s graces. *especially for Yasmin Khan and Vie Bombardieri Michael Falotico’s Contest: Blowing a Kiss By nette onclaud