Chronicle of happiness

Chronicle of happiness

too soon I discover

the warmth, the touch

wandering metamorphosis

changes yet too close

Touch, the magic

and the leftovers

gobbles my dream

in fascination,

awe and a strange conviction

Yes, the answer is here

mirrors don’t lie

happiness, chronicles of them

touching parts of my body

without a hint

scent overflowing

so bygone,


I hid somewhere

the potent of your charisma

and dreams I fed myself to

Chronicle of happiness

is all that is left.

© Sejal.G 10 July 2010

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