I’m a mimosa. So told me a cloud…
Whispered on sweet lips
Looked at, adored, never kissed….
I am not shy, I dream a hope

Of being touched. To feel through every pore I’ve got
The gentle caress of trembling beams
From life’s twister with thirst enjoying
The color of a butterfly thrilling me up!

To drift on the sweet wings of immortality
Tasting a tiny dew drop of love!
The world’s thoughts corolla gathering
We get along in silence spreading the scent!

I’m rising faithfully towards the grabbing hand
While it’s swiftly choking me, ripped off.
Petals, sepals are one by one cut off
I’m not grasped in my untouchable thought….