Suddenly, from all this green around me
I am curious about friends of friends
Like the rain in Summer, it falls
My experiences are limited
So much solitude translates
Into so much social request later on
Like an ancient portrait of thrilling
Over the architecture of new souls
So cautious, so hidden in palaces of June
I have not the powers to remain introverted
These are weeks to betray my silence
All these faded tapestries will no doubt be
But the memories of faces, and photographs
So do not tell me these are not landscapes of love
These are the beginnings of our new lives
Do not say among the flowers, that you are forbidden.
June 7th, 2013.
Wuji Seshat 
i want five buttons, from dislike all the way to love. love needs to be an option for this poem
I’m intrigued by this particular poem of yours. It talks to me…
What does it say midnight?
Maybe it’s your choice of words that connects with the way I think, I write. It’s like, you leave a few hints here and there 🙂