Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Monday, June 29, 2009

I am

I am

a droplet

I am

a moment

I am

not here

I am


And what else really matters

except that clouds float through the sky?

Up, above in the blue

my dreams are.


zoe said...

wow! a beautiful first post! lovely, lovely!

Jean Francois said...

Not here, not there, but everywhere and every minute, always you are...

Such beauty in simple words you dream up!


Sylvia said...

It's always such a bliss to read your writings, dear Vesna. I will be a frequent visitor of this lovely place!

Nisan Serap said...

Hi my friend Vesna:)

Beautiful poem...


Vesna said...

My beautiful friends..2 more lines thanks to you:

I am
Happy To See You:)