I read her colors and fragrances I steal away
I steal away a piece of her dreams I dilly dally on the
I dilly dally on the path of love laid down by her
I tiptoed on the feathers of her wings I shuffle through his
I shuffle through his verses and flight-masters
I feel blessed
When the colors, paths and wings
Seem to make references
To and of me.
These are my feelings
And their expressions
Which is why I follow them
And see no fallacy in that!