Language Stillest

Language Stillest I gazed I saw The little rose petal Red, violet, blue, pink, white Colours hazed Flying by the lip of the bridge Put my palm to own it Zoom! It shuns just an inch away. Follow it again the millionth time can’t hold it still. The fragrance tells The warmth! Belonging! Warmth is Language stillest Unsopken but Wholly apprehended Sweet rose be mine, I pray. (c) Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Moonga Nsamu. 2003