Something like a black-magic woman,a rushing
a myth alive,
blew my mind
sparks flying
Everything felt as if scripted
the characters she used to spin
enchanted me
as roads to heaven
I was the scarred canvas
which she chose to paint
with Her thoughts
ripe with potential and beauty
a momentary wind
and she was
only real
in a world's
loosest sense
for us to meet,
in all the far reaching intoxicating space,
at a perfect time
It will take a miracle of impossible mathematics.
But miracles are not physical impossibilities,
they are only statistical improbabilities
and
those
happen
constantly!! :D
On this day I just have to say :
I am making my way to You ;)
From rabbit's heart ,for you ...
